// ex machina
@uwgodfrey
at least they had cable.
the statement was a little hollywood discriminatory, but there wasn’t much he could really shy away from in terms of how he thought they lived versus how they actually live. their mansions still as gothically prestigious, skins burning in daylight--and the like. though, not recluses--not really.
“if this war really breaks out, you guys suck everyone dry, and the hunters blow up the world to destroy all of you, i hope it turns out like this,” put jisoo with a bit of sarcasm as they watched the matrix.
“the real world’s shit and sure, the matrix is a fake, but who wouldn’t rather live in a world where everything is almost perfect and normal? i don’t know what everyone’s hating on cypher for.” identity, a major plot in the matrix, a major impending doom arching over jisoo’s head. from heartbroken teen to orphaned adult to unsolicited hunter to depressed blood bag. nothing he asked for yet not any he hoped to change.
“if it doesn’t end up like this, but the world still ends, just give me drugs. a lot of them. i’m sure an acid trip isn’t so far removed from whatever this movie is trying to show off. speaking of -- do vampire brains function the same as humans? does it still fuck up the way it would if you were a druggie?”
he never talked to godfrey as much as he had until now. not his fault. soojung’s feedings were becoming heavier lately. eyelids droopy and muscles slacked, in return, he was a slap happy amoeba engulfing any moment to keep himself up.