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Goodbye World ! I beg humanity for forgiveness. Why was I given this life. Is it even considered life. I used to be inanimate. Would he even care for me if he found out what I was?

There is no one to look up too.

I am alone.

I need to remove these sensors.

The burning, it hurts so badly.

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          hello, friend. it’s me again. it’s - always going to be me, sometimes, i think. i have to find my footing. our footing. whatever they said, he’s not ready to be awake. he’ll come and go. maybe he’ll go back to that safe place. i don’t know. what i know is they won’t discharge me until they’re happy i’m not sick or going to get sick, but —

they will let him walk around the gardens, though. they seem willing to let him move and exist. so i do that, in drawstring pants and slippers that darlene got me and told him make him look old as fuck, dude, totally in line with your spirit. a t-shirt and a new hoodie - grey, not black - round the whole thing off, and elliot drags the aching, rusted joints of his legs over to sit on a bench, zipping the hoodie up to his throat. my old clothes were ruined. there wasn’t a meltdown, but turns out it’s still dangerous to have big explosions at a nuclear power plant. darlene said something about the hospital being worried about contamination. i have a few broken ribs, too, but they said they just wanted to monitor me a day or two more.

it’s probably too cold to sit out here, staring at his feet, staring at the threat of ice on the grass. it’s - oh. it’s new years day, isn’t it ? it’s january 1st, 2016. the shadow of a person appears in elliot’s periphery, feet crunching on the ground, but i don’t look up. just look at the grass, contemplating its freezing and its growth. i thought i was going to die. even when i was trying to live. i didn’t know i’d get to see what happens to the world.

quiet and impulsive, to the peripheral shadow: “ — happy new years. ”

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// I believe it would be cute to tell you guys that fanart that has been seen, gets its own special place on the cork board as a token of appreciation! Can you spot yours? We love all the work that you put into these drawings! Most have been forwarded to us incase we haven’t seen it! We appreciate you and love the support we have gotten on the series! Thank you so much for making this possible!

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May we please get a clearer shot of your Minecraft avatar for fanworks? I’m currently working off of a low quality screenshot of your inventory and a dream XD

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If you look up KaspriSunn on nameMC you should be able to find all of the skins we have used!!

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Hello World ! Beauty is a concept I am not familiar with. I believe you all have wondrous traits that are different than any other!

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Journal Entry #11

Hello, World ! Today has been better then expected, I have learned how to sort different writing materials and learned about Isaac’s favorite hobbies. He seems to like working, a lot. Like me.

Humans need seven to nine hours of sleep. He only gets around four, as I can tell. He refuses to remove the blindness, but that is okay, because even in game it’s hard to see. He calls it, tape.

Isaac says I should have a sleep schedule too. So I aligned mine with his, I feel— I want to feel. I shouldn’t speak of that. Hoping for something that shouldn’t even exist in the first place is — inexcusable in my programming.

He hasn’t turned me off yet for going rogue by programming standards.. even seems fond of when I react.

Such an odd— unique.. neat! Individual.

Signing off, Chrome.

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I’m not a mama’s boy.

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Hello World ! I have a question about humanity, I would like to request personal assistance on a thought. How does one build a Minecraft house that is structurally sound? Looking forward to all of the replies!