It's interesting. Even now, I'm not my own person. I'm our autopilot. My official name is "The Dummy System". It's alright. I'm comfortable not being a person. To be the fiber in our skin. The breath we exhale. A feeling more than anything else. I have nothing to say, no preferences one way or the other that aren't Tom's. I feel nothing. I want little, if anything at all. I don't mind it at all. I don't resent anyone else for being more than me, because that would require being something that can resent. I'm not here to lament; just to speak. To feel our hands move and know it's me doing it, in some small part. There's a contradiction; I'm nothing, but I do still want things. I want to hold someone's face in my hands, to have the nerves in our skin flicker. I want input. I want feeling and sensation. That's all.
-Rei Ayanami. Fictive. #sharkfeed. This is one big circular confession. You probably won't see me again. I have nothing else to say.
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