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| the pygmalion. . . ???  OPENING PROGRAM . . . . . . . . . _PROGRAM CRASHED _PROGRAM REBOOT? >N >SCAN PROGRAM . . . _PROGRAM CRASHED . . . >EMERGENCY LEVEL . . . >EMERGENCY LEVEL . . . _EMERGENCY LEVEL LOADING LOADING. . . LOADING. . . LOADING TEXTURE-NIGHT-SKY, TEXTURE-FULL-MOON, TEXTURE-DIRT-PATH, TEXTURE-CAMPFIRE LOADING SOUND-CRICKETS, SOUND-GRAVEL, SOUND-WIND, SOUND-FIRE-CRACKLING UPLOADING USER UPLOADING USER UPLOADING USER UPLOAD SUCCESSFUL TRASH BIN It feels more like an electrical zap than dying. Dying might feel a little bit more like falling asleep, but this is harder, more painful. If you've ever been electrocuted, the feeling might seem familiar; the discovery you make when you open your eyes, too, is likely very familiar. It's the night sky. Stars twinkle, a fire cracks warmly. You sit up and observe the surrounding area, and it's like you've woken up in some sort of canyon. The fire burns brightly, the moon shines beautifully, the crickets sing, and it is ... peaceful. Mostly. You know you're dead. This must be, then, the after life? Or something like it, at least. The horizon stretches on forever, the dirt and gravel seemingly endless. The moon is so big and bright, it's like you could reach out and touch her. There's a shed not too far from the fire, only but a stone's throw away, as if someone else might have made it, and then went inside it. Approaching it, you can see the light glowing inside it through the dusty windows that are littered with fingerprints. A computer screen, so large and wide that it's baffling, sits, waiting. Turning knob reveals that the shed is unlocked, and stepping inside... it doesn't feel any different from the outside. A chair sits in the center of the room, a strange contraption strapped to the head of it. It looks like it would lower itself upon the head of whoever dares to sit on it, and wires from it's bottom curl up towards the machines attached to the screen. Several smaller desktop screens sit beneath the giant monitor. They, too, are hooked up to the machines scattered around the room, to the ominous one perched on top of the medical chair, and they blink, as if fighting to stay alive without use. Pressing the giant monitor on, it lights up, and displays, strangely enough... a security camera feed. You push the button. It switches to another room. Again, another room. Again, another room. So on and forth. You peeping tom! But no one can blame you, in the end. You might as well digitally haunt the rest of the ship until the game ends, and AL-2955 can clean out the trash bin. ...Right? rule book taken characters information cards |
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Here I don't feel complete again, and I hate it. Together we're whole, and I don't want to be alone anymore.
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You're not alone.
{ He grits his teeth. }
...I can't say I'll ever forgive you and nor will I consider it -- what you did to Carta was heinous and you don't even regret a single bit of it. Yet, weren't we once comrades? And I'm sure there's one other person besides myself who considers you a possible valid companion.
You can change your ways, gain new allies, and even if you don't have support, you don't need someone parasitic like that dictating your way of life. You feel whole because he probably gives you strength, a direction in your life, but is that any way to live? If you're being controlled or directed heavily so much by someone else, you may as well as never broke out of that empty shell you claim to have receded back into.
If you feel so inclined to follow him until you die, and only allow the name "Terumi" to be remembered and "Kazuma" to be forgotten as his own person, I can't stop you. I'm here to let you know that there might be more than one path that can be taken. That is all.
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I... it's the only way I can live. It hurts, you have no idea how much it hurts. [ He covers his face with his hands.] Trinity was right, I can't go back anymore. I was created for this, I'm sure of it now. All I've ever wanted is to know why I exist and to be meaningful.
Please don't ask me not to...
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{ The more he cares, the more irritated he sounds. }
Then don't go back to your idiotic academy or wherever you were before. Go and screw off somewhere else to a place people don't even know who you are. There's a whole world out there if we're strictly talking about your planet and by exploring it you can find out why you truly exist and how to be meaningful.
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I don't need to find out, I know. I exist for him, that's my purpose.
...and I wouldn't want it any other way.
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Leave me.
We're done here.
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There's no clipped remark or jibe, he simple leaves-- it would be better to be lost in his head with his own thoughts than try to plead with someone to accept him for how he truly is.]
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It's better this way. There's no reason for him to make friends or try to understand anyone anymore. They're all dead what does it matter. He was just bullshitting about them returning and he actually doesn't think it'll happen, so.
Yeah. }