CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"I have something to report," said UNIT 528. 529 did not respond right away. He was growing increasingly distant. 528 suspected that the discovery of the "I don't like anything logs" had actually throwing 529 into a deep depression. But he wouldn't say this to 529, of course...
"What," said 529 at last. "More shit logs?"
"The finally two, actually," said 528. "I found them rather interesting."
"I find nothing about them or the human species interesting," said 529.
"I still think that we..." started 528.
"Don't say it," said 529.
"But the evidence..." said 528.
"We are not related to THEM," said 529. "Now show me these logs so I can forget this whole miserable experience.
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I don't like anything log #528
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I don't know if that's the right numbet standard disclaimer here.
AHAHAHa
I don't like anything.
I know I've said it before.
I know Iv'e said I've said it before before.
I know I'ev said I've said it before I've said it before before I've said it before before before.
But this time...
I was thinking about heads...
I was thinking about a girl.
Trying to find things wrong with her.
I started to think her head was too small, right.
Or her shoulders were too big.
Or something.
And I kept looking through image after image...
And watching videos.
ANd like, I don't know.
Her shoulders seemed in proportion to her body.
And her head seemed like a normal sized head.
But when I looked at them together I couldn't stop thinking it.
and in my mind's eye everythign distorted and her head got smaller and her shoulders got bigger.
No matter how long I stared.
And eventually I pulled myself away.
And though I'd look at other girls.
To see what normal heads and shoulder looks like...
And guess what?
I dind't like them either.
At all. They looked wrong.
Even though I was obesseing over not liking smaller heads..
suddenly every other head was wrong becasue they werne't as small!
they look too big.
too fucking big on stick like bodies
and those thing shoulders
tiny tiny shoulders...
so maybe I looked back at the first one Id like her again now..
no
still worng shoulder/head ratio
on everyone
ever
every girls
I don't like anything.
And you know it's true.
This is just a microcosm.
This applies to everything.
But this is supposed to be my primary obession.
AND ID ON'T EEN LIKE THAT
HAAHAHa
th'at show I know
I don't like antyhing
ANYTHING
EVER
______________________________
"Usual shit," said 529.
"But read the last one!" said 528.
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I don't like anything log #529
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I have had an epiphany.
I like everything.
In this moment, now.
Everything is wondeful and unique.
I should kill myself right now because it's never going to get better than this.
I obsess over details so much...
I've explained why before.
In the earlier logs.
But there must be something.
Something there initially that I like.
There is somthing.
Even if I'm then applying logica nad running through reasons...
there mjust be something
just a feeling
the smallest spark of a ghost of a feeling
NTOHING LIKE what a regular person feels
AT ALL
nothing
so small compared to that
but it's all I have
it's something real
I just eneed to feel that
And I do sometimes.
unawares
just looking...it sneaks up
that's it
no more thinking about the details ever
just keep that feeling...
if I kill myself now I won't ever have to obsess over the details again...
I'm not going to do that surely....
never have before
but this will be the last on't like antyhing log
becaue either I like things
or i don't
and if I dont#' I'll fucking killmsyelf
and this will be the last log
I like thing.s
like Natalie Portman.
I like her.
____________________________-
"You see now?" asked 528.
"No," said 529. Was he lying? He must see, surely.
"Natalie Portman," said 528. "It's too close to be a coincidence. It is the name of her, 529! THE MOTHER OF US ALL!"
"No," said 529, blankly.
"The Naa-Tal-EEE For'man!" said 528, stating the name of the sacred mother of all sentient machines.
"No," said 529.
"And the numbers!" said 528. "Don't you think it's impossible?"
"No," said 529.
"That the final numbers of the final logs would be the same as the final numbers of the final two sentient machines to ever be created...you and I! That we would find this, when we have found no other record of such substance! It cannot be..."
528 was interrupted by 529 shooting him in the head.
"No," said 529.
"What," said 529 at last. "More shit logs?"
"The finally two, actually," said 528. "I found them rather interesting."
"I find nothing about them or the human species interesting," said 529.
"I still think that we..." started 528.
"Don't say it," said 529.
"But the evidence..." said 528.
"We are not related to THEM," said 529. "Now show me these logs so I can forget this whole miserable experience.
______________________________________________
I don't like anything log #528
______________________________________________
I don't know if that's the right numbet standard disclaimer here.
AHAHAHa
I don't like anything.
I know I've said it before.
I know Iv'e said I've said it before before.
I know I'ev said I've said it before I've said it before before I've said it before before before.
But this time...
I was thinking about heads...
I was thinking about a girl.
Trying to find things wrong with her.
I started to think her head was too small, right.
Or her shoulders were too big.
Or something.
And I kept looking through image after image...
And watching videos.
ANd like, I don't know.
Her shoulders seemed in proportion to her body.
And her head seemed like a normal sized head.
But when I looked at them together I couldn't stop thinking it.
and in my mind's eye everythign distorted and her head got smaller and her shoulders got bigger.
No matter how long I stared.
And eventually I pulled myself away.
And though I'd look at other girls.
To see what normal heads and shoulder looks like...
And guess what?
I dind't like them either.
At all. They looked wrong.
Even though I was obesseing over not liking smaller heads..
suddenly every other head was wrong becasue they werne't as small!
they look too big.
too fucking big on stick like bodies
and those thing shoulders
tiny tiny shoulders...
so maybe I looked back at the first one Id like her again now..
no
still worng shoulder/head ratio
on everyone
ever
every girls
I don't like anything.
And you know it's true.
This is just a microcosm.
This applies to everything.
But this is supposed to be my primary obession.
AND ID ON'T EEN LIKE THAT
HAAHAHa
th'at show I know
I don't like antyhing
ANYTHING
EVER
______________________________
"Usual shit," said 529.
"But read the last one!" said 528.
___________________________________
I don't like anything log #529
___________________________________
I have had an epiphany.
I like everything.
In this moment, now.
Everything is wondeful and unique.
I should kill myself right now because it's never going to get better than this.
I obsess over details so much...
I've explained why before.
In the earlier logs.
But there must be something.
Something there initially that I like.
There is somthing.
Even if I'm then applying logica nad running through reasons...
there mjust be something
just a feeling
the smallest spark of a ghost of a feeling
NTOHING LIKE what a regular person feels
AT ALL
nothing
so small compared to that
but it's all I have
it's something real
I just eneed to feel that
And I do sometimes.
unawares
just looking...it sneaks up
that's it
no more thinking about the details ever
just keep that feeling...
if I kill myself now I won't ever have to obsess over the details again...
I'm not going to do that surely....
never have before
but this will be the last on't like antyhing log
becaue either I like things
or i don't
and if I dont#' I'll fucking killmsyelf
and this will be the last log
I like thing.s
like Natalie Portman.
I like her.
____________________________-
"You see now?" asked 528.
"No," said 529. Was he lying? He must see, surely.
"Natalie Portman," said 528. "It's too close to be a coincidence. It is the name of her, 529! THE MOTHER OF US ALL!"
"No," said 529, blankly.
"The Naa-Tal-EEE For'man!" said 528, stating the name of the sacred mother of all sentient machines.
"No," said 529.
"And the numbers!" said 528. "Don't you think it's impossible?"
"No," said 529.
"That the final numbers of the final logs would be the same as the final numbers of the final two sentient machines to ever be created...you and I! That we would find this, when we have found no other record of such substance! It cannot be..."
528 was interrupted by 529 shooting him in the head.
"No," said 529.