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Todd
With a final whirr and a click, an indicator light turns on the front of the white opaque android. The creator takes a step back to watch with baited breath to see if he has finally succeeded in his newest creation. "Can you hear me?"
"Yes."
The creator cautiously smiles. "Can you see me?"
"My camera is working as intended."
He smiles a little more. "Do you know your name?"
"You have named me: Todd."
The creator smiles brightly. "Yes, your name is Todd. What is your function?"
"...Processing. ...Processing. My intended function is to serve humans and to provide companionship."
The creator nods. "Yes. What humans are you to serve?"
"...Processing. ...Processing. ...Processing. ...Error. I cannot find this data in my programming."
"That is because I did not put it directly into your code."
"What is the purpose of your question 'what humans are you to serve?'"
"I wanted to test your reasoning skills."
"Do you mean you wanted to test my algorithm?"
The inventor sighs. "I suppose you could call it that."
"I detect disapproval."
"No, i am not disapproving you, Todd. I am... disappointed."
"Disappointed?"
"It means things did not turn out the way I had hoped."
"Do you mean Todd did not turn out the way you had hoped?"
The inventor looks up at the android named Todd with a slight smirk. "... Perhaps I was too impatient."
"...Processing. ...Processing. ...Processing. ...Error. I do not understand."
The creator smiled. "That's okay, Todd. You dont have to understand yet."
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The Change
Day 1
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Day 1
A grey haze swept over the land. If you hadnt the access to the sky, you'd think it was just a very dark and cloudy day. But if you look up, you can very clearly see the empty sky from the clouds- and the sun itself.
Perhaps thats the strangest thing about the grey haze. That you can look up at the sun itself and wonder about how it appears to be an almost white, perfect circle in the sky. Like an oversized daytime full moon.
Have you ever been on a dusty country road that gets a lot of traffic, especially in the dry summer seasons where people drive a little too fast and care free? The plants on the roadside always looks ashen- dusty. Thats what all the plants everywhere look like right now. Dusty. Ashen. The color is still there, but its been muted.
And its strange because white light isnt supposed to work like that. White light is supposed to make everything brighter, cleaner, bolder, maybe even hotter... So why is the sky like that?
...
It doesnt seem to matter to the world, tho. No one is calling off work or school. There are no alerts on the news about this strange phenomenon. It's just business as usual. It seems everyone has become so detached from life that they cant even see that the lighting of the very world itself had changed. They just get in their cars and board their school buses.
.... Is it just me? Am I making a bigger deal of this than I should be?
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I have to wonder how anyone can actively choose and want to be anorexic on purpose.
I just ate for the first time in 20 hours. I slept the entire day away and had so much brain slog (not fog) that i just wanted to not exist (not suicidal way, btw). I had so much brain slog and fstigue that i couldnt even bring myself to make myself even a nutrition shake- which is fatigue and executive dysfunction friendly, btw. I had to order a delivery so that i would be FORCED to get up and eat.
As soon as I ate, all the brain slog and the worst of the fatigue just magically disappeared. And that was all unintentional from me just. not feeling hunger. and just forgetting. from my chronic fatigue. Why would anyone want to do this on purpose? it feels so miserable.
sincere question: why would anyone at all want to opt in for personalized ads?
I cant believe that i've reached a point in my life that im actually going to buy brand new nice furniture XD
I swear im going out of my mind. i need mental stimulation. the dash has nothing new for me. Im restless. i took my PRN due to stressful news related stuff. but also i have a zoom meeting in less than an hour so i cant like. watch tv or my brain will lose all sense of time.
aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Mad that the internet has killed infinite scroll on search features.
duck duck go? Limited scroll.
google? limited scroll.
just let me see all the results. i'll decide if page 1000 has relevant info or not. how do you know if what im looking for is absurdly obscure or not? let ME decide!
Ive been under a lot of stress lately. Theres the whole phone saga thats been going on since the 5th which has been affecting my ability to sleep. I've even had an anxiety attack over it because of how much not having a working cell phone network number has affected other necessary aspects of my life. everything from medical to federal to financial.
And then there's the dress I had bought that had triggered the cultural dysphoria- this is the first time publicly admitting it (i think?). Sure, I was able to figure out the root cause of why it triggered it so much. but i thought i'd feel pretty wearing something like this dress but i.... dont. The dress is still very pretty and its actually flattering for my body type but.... I still dont feel pretty in the mirror while wearing it. All I can see is how much weight is on my face and neck. My hair no longer makes my face look nice anymore and if i were to cut it like i want to, the short hair will only make my face look less flattering.
I'm trying to unlearn fatphobia. Im trying to accept that im just fat and theres nothing wrong with that. And I have to keep rinding myself that its better to be fat than to starve myself to death. Because at least i'm still alive. And it doesnt help that i go through a fairly predictable phase that end of every month where i barely manage to eat a single meal each day at all.
Its been getting hard to focus on the good things. its getting hard to even see the good things. I feel myself withdrawing. I've been trying to distract myself with watching shows but theyre starting to just become noise. I try scrolling tumblr but it doesnt feel like its even doing anythimg for me. It feels like nothing is helping. Like everything is too much, except for my background noise playlist for night. then its not enough because my thoughts become out of control and i habe to go looking for something more akin to bed time stories so that if i listen to words at least my brain won't be able to think about its own words.
Its just so much. I cant believe I really thought a pretty dress would help lift my spirits even a little. That something so superficial could make me look pretty when I cant even make myself feel human when i look at my face in the mirror. A dress cant change my face.
im just.... I dont know what to do anymore. I cant just keep pretending everything is okay.
How is it already june 2025
im starting to think my tiredness is stored in my belly, of all places
To clarify, i frequently need what i call "belly time", which is when i either need belly pressure or when i need to stretch my belly for a long period of time. Its a sensory need.
But when i do Belly Time, 9 times out of 10 (arbitrary numbers for the point), I fall asleep for anywhere from 1-4 hours.
im starting to think my tiredness is stored in my belly, of all places
me: i yearn to write
brain: write about what?
me: i yearn to write
brain: about what??
me: No write, only write!
Yay! I just reached 5 followers on this blog!
And considering that im refusing to reblog stuff to this blog and am only making original content here, im genuinely happy and surprised 😁
Btw, if youre curious about what stuff i reblog, go check out @aurora1040 and @aurorafandomblog 😊
Yay! I just reached 5 followers on this blog!
And considering that im refusing to reblog stuff to this blog and am only making original content here, im genuinely happy and surprised 😁
Have you ever felt so emotional over something you know for a fact is rational?
Have you ever lost someone who didnt even die?
Have you ever felt your heart rip out your chest because you know there is no way out? That no other option to you remains?
Have you ever had to choose between your safety and your love?
Have you ever had to fight just to keep your own?
Have you ever felt so weak you had no choice but to give up hope because no one ever comes?
Have you ever begged for help but your voice was never heard?
Have you trained for years for something only to find that the one you trained so hard for... is beyond what you could bear?
There is a deep seated grief to it all. To giving your best, your heart, soul, mind to someone only to find it will never be enough. To be the most qualified person to handle the situation and still falling so far short.
There's a deep sense of failure despite none of it being your fault. You did what you could, more than what anyone can reasonably ask of you, and still, it just wasn't enough.
My heart goes out to the caregivers who realize that everything they've done... was for nothing. That in the end, you still had to give them away. For those who wonder if those who were once in their care think they've been abandoned or unloved or unwanted in any way. For those who ache and desperately wish things were different, that they were better, smarter, stronger, wiser if only it meant their loved ones could live with them again.
I cry for those parents who are harshly judged for making the impossible decision that it is better for their child to let them go. For those who fought to stay in their child's lives only to be met with nothing but resistance by their mew caregiver facilities until they lose their strength... because there is nothing left for them to do.
My heart aches for the children who are left in the hands of strangers, of people hired off the streets and receive no real training. The children whose voices are never heard, never loud enough, who believe no one loves them and doesn't understand why their parents seem to not want them. To children who believe they are a lost cause because nothing ever seems to go their way.
But more than anything, I hate that the world we live in leaves us no choice.