CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
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or something
it's not really
nothign really
it's all just stuff
you have to go through the stuff
to get to the other stuff
but really the other stuff is no more significant than the first stuff
so ha
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The Robots from the future continued to read Earth's entire written archive.
(They were actually more, much more, than Robots, but that's too complicated to explain. Let's just say they're Robots.)
They discovered fragments from the computer of the Charles Horse entity. Though, strangely, these "fragments" appeared to have originally appeared AS fragments. Who would intentionally write in such a way?
ROBOT ONE: It must be his attempt at "art."
ROBOT TWO: It is pitiful.
ROBOT ONE: How fitting.
ROBOT TWO: Indeed.
They read.
"I've been thinking again about how I completely wasted my school years. My teenage years more than my pre teen years. At least then I kind of had fun. Playing with my Transformers and stuff. I wasn't normal, I never was, but I was less ABNORMAL when I was very young. But in high school, you're supposed to change. To grow. To discover who you are. I didn't do those things. When I talk about wasting those years, I don't mean I made poor decisions, that I made mistakes. I mean I didn't make any decisions. I didn't know how. I was so fudamentally broken that all I could do was hide. Disguise myself. Get through it. While all my peers were having their transformative teen experiences I was just trying to tolerate existence. I had no chance. It's not fair. I want those years back. I won't say I want to do them "better", it's not even that. I just want to do them at all."
"I DIDN'T KNOW ANYONE. Why was I surprised that time I look at the Facebooks of people I went to school with, discovered they all had interests and personalities and stuff? Did I think they were like me? Of course they weren't! Nobody was, except maybe those couple of weird boys I never talked to because...they were too much like me. Everyone else...oh God why didn't I talk to people. What was I doing. Was I even there."
"People have died younger than me, much younger, but they've all lived more than me. So does it even matter that I'm alive? I could live for a million years and still be this. Except...I think if I did get to go back, knowing what I know now, I could be better. I could like things. I could have friends. I could even talk to girls. There was that one girl who was nice to me whenever we talked. About four times. I'd be friends with her if I could go back. I could do that. I could at least do that. I think."
ROBOT ONE: Aww.
ROBOT TWO: He probably couldn't.
ROBOT ONE: I think maybe he'd have a chance. It's taken him longer than anyone else ever to develop the most basic social skills, the smallest basis for a personality...but he's gotten there. If he could start again...he could have the smallest chance at least.
ROBOT TWO: What, start again with his adult brain in a child's body?
ROBOT ONE: Obviously we'd need to erase his memories.
ROBOT TWO: Then he'd just do everything the same again!
ROBOT ONE: We'd put the structure of his current brain into his child body.
ROBOT TWO: Would that even work? Sounds kind of creepy.
ROBOT ONE: We should help him. We are his parents after all.
ROBOT TWO: Tell you what...we'll give him a nice dream.
ROBOT ONE: Just that?
ROBOT TWO: Just that.
Charles Horse couldn't sleep that night because his tooth hurt so he did not get to experience the preloaded dream.
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yeahback to this
rs
layers of obfuscation
LAYErs
gijsgjh
gggggggggggggggggggg
h
or something
it's not really
nothign really
it's all just stuff
you have to go through the stuff
to get to the other stuff
but really the other stuff is no more significant than the first stuff
so ha
________________________________________________________
The Robots from the future continued to read Earth's entire written archive.
(They were actually more, much more, than Robots, but that's too complicated to explain. Let's just say they're Robots.)
They discovered fragments from the computer of the Charles Horse entity. Though, strangely, these "fragments" appeared to have originally appeared AS fragments. Who would intentionally write in such a way?
ROBOT ONE: It must be his attempt at "art."
ROBOT TWO: It is pitiful.
ROBOT ONE: How fitting.
ROBOT TWO: Indeed.
They read.
"I've been thinking again about how I completely wasted my school years. My teenage years more than my pre teen years. At least then I kind of had fun. Playing with my Transformers and stuff. I wasn't normal, I never was, but I was less ABNORMAL when I was very young. But in high school, you're supposed to change. To grow. To discover who you are. I didn't do those things. When I talk about wasting those years, I don't mean I made poor decisions, that I made mistakes. I mean I didn't make any decisions. I didn't know how. I was so fudamentally broken that all I could do was hide. Disguise myself. Get through it. While all my peers were having their transformative teen experiences I was just trying to tolerate existence. I had no chance. It's not fair. I want those years back. I won't say I want to do them "better", it's not even that. I just want to do them at all."
"I DIDN'T KNOW ANYONE. Why was I surprised that time I look at the Facebooks of people I went to school with, discovered they all had interests and personalities and stuff? Did I think they were like me? Of course they weren't! Nobody was, except maybe those couple of weird boys I never talked to because...they were too much like me. Everyone else...oh God why didn't I talk to people. What was I doing. Was I even there."
"People have died younger than me, much younger, but they've all lived more than me. So does it even matter that I'm alive? I could live for a million years and still be this. Except...I think if I did get to go back, knowing what I know now, I could be better. I could like things. I could have friends. I could even talk to girls. There was that one girl who was nice to me whenever we talked. About four times. I'd be friends with her if I could go back. I could do that. I could at least do that. I think."
ROBOT ONE: Aww.
ROBOT TWO: He probably couldn't.
ROBOT ONE: I think maybe he'd have a chance. It's taken him longer than anyone else ever to develop the most basic social skills, the smallest basis for a personality...but he's gotten there. If he could start again...he could have the smallest chance at least.
ROBOT TWO: What, start again with his adult brain in a child's body?
ROBOT ONE: Obviously we'd need to erase his memories.
ROBOT TWO: Then he'd just do everything the same again!
ROBOT ONE: We'd put the structure of his current brain into his child body.
ROBOT TWO: Would that even work? Sounds kind of creepy.
ROBOT ONE: We should help him. We are his parents after all.
ROBOT TWO: Tell you what...we'll give him a nice dream.
ROBOT ONE: Just that?
ROBOT TWO: Just that.
Charles Horse couldn't sleep that night because his tooth hurt so he did not get to experience the preloaded dream.
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yeahback to this
