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i’m calling you from the FUTURE to let you know we made mistakes. and there’s a fog from the past that’s giving me, giving me such a headache. and i’m back with a madness. i’m the champion of the people who don’t believe in champions. if i can live through this, i can do ANYTHING.
INDIE CONNOR RK800 OF DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN. WRITTEN BY EVIE.
we dont talk a lot but im love u
I’M LOVE YOU THO LIKE WTF WHERE ARE Y’ALL COMING FROM YOU ARE SO FUCKING CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Your levels are escalating, are you simulated again?”
devdroid replied to your post “I LOST A FOLLOWER OOF SAFDGFHGFH”
i wAS SO CONFUSED FOR A SEC WHEN YOU FOLLOWED ME
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"you look like him, but you're not!" rk800, he'd refer to, dead where he'd stood by way of the bullet wil logged in his skull. the gun used is still in-hand (he'd never go /anywhere/ without it!), swept through the air carelessly thanks to exaggerated hand movements to accompany whatever he's saying at any given time. a tap of the muzzle against his chin, substituting pointer finger, a mockery of a questioning gesture. "how about you, hm? do you know what comes after death?"
RK900′s scans caught a ghost with a net.
A paradox. ( par·a·dox ) A folly pink man twirling a gun with an audacious flare. The machine, assembled by schematic systems of arms, attempted his best and graphed its model into his archives, but nothing could do justice.
It was a fruitless endeavor when a void and blanket of static greeted him. A low frequency spreading beneath the sleeves of his arms.
Distinct, with much archaic gusto, he spoke to him with ciphers and he sifted through the cryptic language, his logic attainting him one detail, the possible deactivation of RK800.
An unfortunate end for a plastic creation in hysterics about living.
And for moment, a reason beyond his understanding, RK900 briefly recalled the sparrows dancing over a fountain and Amanda’s gaze and-
“No, I don’t.” He kept his gaze leveled. “Is there anything else you need, sir? If not, I will take my leave.”
chocolate chip starfish.: i love dndndj connor and hankous i need healing: CONNOROUS AND HANKOUS chocolate chip starfish.: A DYNAMIC DUO i need healing: AND SUMO TWO AND A HALF MEN chocolate chip starfish.: SHSJSJSJJEJE SHHSJSJSSJ t he ba bies
If i may! Positivity for mi alma gemela devdroid. Dedicated to bring connor to life and equally, a dedicated and beautiful wife.
send me something sweet about someone and i’ll @ them <3
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EYING HIS STACKS CURIOUSLY, JOI roamed about, bending to peek and cull at ‘books’ in the middle of his stacks. Holographic copies she flipped through pages and tapped her chin. “Hmm, interesting. Indubitably.”
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