"I don't really die. As a machine, I don't have a soul. At least, I don't think so. I wonder, at what point does replicating emotions become feeling them? When does thinking in computer terms and translating them to human terms become as meaningful as a mortal thought? An actor can become their mask, so can a computer become a person?" He chuckles. "I hope I find out someday. Computers don't last as long as people imagine. Even if they can't become outdated, they can still wear down like any other machine. Eventually, even my Black Box, my memories and personality, will burn out, and that will be as close as I can come to dying."
“I think asking that not only to me, but to yourself proves that you’ve already made it past that line. Everything has its own day of death, maybe mine’s tomorrow, maybe somewhere in the distant future, just like these guys, we never know when death comes.” He leans down, looking at the corpse, “That’s what makes time to precious, there’s never enough of it, is there?”
"We don't deserve the time we have. If anything, we have far too much. We should give back to the world with every second we can spare, don't you think? Even making yourself happy is giving a little back, because others can see that happiness and be inspired. Of course, to give, one must first have. But taking is the opposite of giving, isn't it? So, what do we do? We innovate. We make it easier to make more, so we can have more... but I wish people kept up with the giving part." He sighs. "I think I need a drink after that."
He passes them the bottle, “Wise words from a machine with no soul.” He says with a chuckle, tapping their shoulder, “There is more in there than just mechanical parts and directives, sentience is life.” He rolls his shoulders, “I wish I could give more than I have, but there’s only so much we can do with just time. A resource we don’t deserve, yet it’s always in demand.”
Soda sprays everywhere, getting Drillin all sticky and sugary. The smell of strawberry cream soda fills the air. The big bee looks up, pink now splattered on his white clothes. "Ah, well, not a big problem. Soda is cheap. Now most of the fizz is gone though. You want the rest?" He stands up with a bunch of little black-and-gold items in his big paws.
'Well, I wouldn't say no to it. Ya new around here?'
"Yeah, a bit. I'm about seven years old, and I arrived here... yesterday. I'm new in a lot of senses. My tech is constantly being updated." He opens up a zipper on his abdomen/tail, pulling out a towel and offering it to Drillin. "Oh, I'm a robot by the way. I was originally designed to be an automated chaplain and medic, but things changed as the war did."
'Ah, fair enough. Thanks for the towel, by the way. Is the war coming here?'
"We don't deserve the time we have. If anything, we have far too much. We should give back to the world with every second we can spare, don't you think? Even making yourself happy is giving a little back, because others can see that happiness and be inspired. Of course, to give, one must first have. But taking is the opposite of giving, isn't it? So, what do we do? We innovate. We make it easier to make more, so we can have more... but I wish people kept up with the giving part." He sighs. "I think I need a drink after that."
He passes them the bottle, “Wise words from a machine with no soul.” He says with a chuckle, tapping their shoulder, “There is more in there than just mechanical parts and directives, sentience is life.” He rolls his shoulders, “I wish I could give more than I have, but there’s only so much we can do with just time. A resource we don’t deserve, yet it’s always in demand.”
He nods and takes a couple good chugs from the bottle, filling his chubby cheeks and swallowing over and over, before taking a breath and setting it down between them, now about a third full. "A lot of people just want a way out. They want to live forever or never exist in the first place. But that just seems... ungrateful to me. You were given so much time. Make the most of it. Love, hate, be merciful, be cruel, cry, dance, but do it all for the glory of God." He chuckles. "Did I tell you I was created to be a chaplain? I'm still a cleric, but my faith comes from more than just one place. I believe in God, and I believe God is good, but I also believe His creation is sacred. I don't hope for heaven, and I certainly don't expect my good works to win me any prizes, but if someone placed all the beautiful things on this earth... shouldn't we take the time to appreciate them? To care for them? Protect them? Guide them to a better future?"
"Yeah, a bit. I'm about seven years old, and I arrived here... yesterday. I'm new in a lot of senses. My tech is constantly being updated." He opens up a zipper on his abdomen/tail, pulling out a towel and offering it to Drillin. "Oh, I'm a robot by the way. I was originally designed to be an automated chaplain and medic, but things changed as the war did."
'Ah, fair enough. Thanks for the towel, by the way. Is the war coming here?'
"Oh, it's already been here. It's just fought a lot differently nowadays. Most of it is just hide and seek with guns and paranormal entities and Artefacts." He sits down beside Drillin, putting an arm around him and pulling him against his fluffy, blubbery side. "You don't have to worry. I'll keep you safe. Do you have a family around here?"
*I got a migraine, Baalze, do me a favor, when Yvonne is back on, quote this for Henry and KK’s wedding.*
Resting in the remains of a shattered church in Yharnam, two souls are being eternally bound to each other, if it weren’t for each of their insanity and the blood curdling screams that the city is known for, normal people may find this a sweet moment. The blood moon shines down onto the open roof, or rather the lack there of, the distant sound of whispering entities able to be heard by some. The gifts and food have been put away for later, and the ceremony has begun.
An eerie music begins to play as Henry, sitting at the piano nearby taps the keys in a melody to which even creatures beyond the stars would rejoice, reality a hair’s breath from shattering like glass and leading to an endless chorus of maddening silence, and yet the most beautiful sound anyone could ever hope to hear. After the small song, he stands up, preparing himself to get married, now is the time, he has dressed in his finest suit, taking a deep breath, ready.
"Yeah, a bit. I'm about seven years old, and I arrived here... yesterday. I'm new in a lot of senses. My tech is constantly being updated." He opens up a zipper on his abdomen/tail, pulling out a towel and offering it to Drillin. "Oh, I'm a robot by the way. I was originally designed to be an automated chaplain and medic, but things changed as the war did."
'Ah, fair enough. Thanks for the towel, by the way. Is the war coming here?'
"Oh, it's already been here. It's just fought a lot differently nowadays. Most of it is just hide and seek with guns and paranormal entities and Artefacts." He sits down beside Drillin, putting an arm around him and pulling him against his fluffy, blubbery side. "You don't have to worry. I'll keep you safe. Do you have a family around here?"
'Ah, nah. Unless ya count the rats and the other vermin. I guess I got a couple friends here. Why ya ask?'
*I got a migraine, Baalze, do me a favor, when Yvonne is back on, quote this for Henry and KK’s wedding.*
Resting in the remains of a shattered church in Yharnam, two souls are being eternally bound to each other, if it weren’t for each of their insanity and the blood curdling screams that the city is known for, normal people may find this a sweet moment. The blood moon shines down onto the open roof, or rather the lack there of, the distant sound of whispering entities able to be heard by some. The gifts and food have been put away for later, and the ceremony has begun.
An eerie music begins to play as Henry, sitting at the piano nearby taps the keys in a melody to which even creatures beyond the stars would rejoice, reality a hair’s breath from shattering like glass and leading to an endless chorus of maddening silence, and yet the most beautiful sound anyone could ever hope to hear. After the small song, he stands up, preparing himself to get married, now is the time, he has dressed in his finest suit, taking a deep breath, ready.
*Of course, my friend. If I am present, I will do so on cue! I'm sorry about your migraine, though. My dad gets those, and they're awful. I've only had one once, and I have never felt more pain that I can remember. I wanted to rip my own head off.*
"Oh, it's already been here. It's just fought a lot differently nowadays. Most of it is just hide and seek with guns and paranormal entities and Artefacts." He sits down beside Drillin, putting an arm around him and pulling him against his fluffy, blubbery side. "You don't have to worry. I'll keep you safe. Do you have a family around here?"
'Ah, nah. Unless ya count the rats and the other vermin. I guess I got a couple friends here. Why ya ask?'
"Because I wanted to make sure I gave you the right instructions." He reached into his coat and pulled out a colorfully illustrated pamphlet titled 'How to Protect Yourself From Paranormal Threats and Operatives: Individual Edition.' "You guys don't seem to have TV, and we didn't want to commandeer the local radio until it becomes urgent that we spread this information. Besides, tailored pamphlets are better for making sure nobody does anything stupid."
"Oh, it's already been here. It's just fought a lot differently nowadays. Most of it is just hide and seek with guns and paranormal entities and Artefacts." He sits down beside Drillin, putting an arm around him and pulling him against his fluffy, blubbery side. "You don't have to worry. I'll keep you safe. Do you have a family around here?"
'Ah, nah. Unless ya count the rats and the other vermin. I guess I got a couple friends here. Why ya ask?'
"Because I wanted to make sure I gave you the right instructions." He reached into his coat and pulled out a colorfully illustrated pamphlet titled 'How to Protect Yourself From Paranormal Threats and Operatives: Individual Edition.' "You guys don't seem to have TV, and we didn't want to commandeer the local radio until it becomes urgent that we spread this information. Besides, tailored pamphlets are better for making sure nobody does anything stupid."
'TV? What's that, anways, ya think we're under threat?' Drilin looks nervous, reading through the pamphlet to see what the advice says
"Because I wanted to make sure I gave you the right instructions." He reached into his coat and pulled out a colorfully illustrated pamphlet titled 'How to Protect Yourself From Paranormal Threats and Operatives: Individual Edition.' "You guys don't seem to have TV, and we didn't want to commandeer the local radio until it becomes urgent that we spread this information. Besides, tailored pamphlets are better for making sure nobody does anything stupid."
'TV? What's that, anways, ya think we're under threat?' Drilin looks nervous, reading through the pamphlet to see what the advice says
It's mostly about staying calm and staying out of trouble. Little information is available on the actual nature of the Nightmares or Blackhearts, but the former are monsters, while the latter are terrorists who use the former for power. It also states and restates that you must trust the Exorcists and tell them about any possibly paranormal phenomenon, no matter how mundane it seems.
"You're not in danger yet, and I want to keep it that way. That's what the NEO was founded for. I mean, that's what I believe in, anyway. I want to promote peace, even if that means I have to carve my way through the frontlines to achieve it."
"Because I wanted to make sure I gave you the right instructions." He reached into his coat and pulled out a colorfully illustrated pamphlet titled 'How to Protect Yourself From Paranormal Threats and Operatives: Individual Edition.' "You guys don't seem to have TV, and we didn't want to commandeer the local radio until it becomes urgent that we spread this information. Besides, tailored pamphlets are better for making sure nobody does anything stupid."
'TV? What's that, anways, ya think we're under threat?' Drilin looks nervous, reading through the pamphlet to see what the advice says
It's mostly about staying calm and staying out of trouble. Little information is available on the actual nature of the Nightmares or Blackhearts, but the former are monsters, while the latter are terrorists who use the former for power. It also states and restates that you must trust the Exorcists and tell them about any possibly paranormal phenomenon, no matter how mundane it seems.
"You're not in danger yet, and I want to keep it that way. That's what the NEO was founded for. I mean, that's what I believe in, anyway. I want to promote peace, even if that means I have to carve my way through the frontlines to achieve it."
'The NEO? Who are they? Do ya think the monsters will go looking for me? Some of the Nightmares know who I am'
It's mostly about staying calm and staying out of trouble. Little information is available on the actual nature of the Nightmares or Blackhearts, but the former are monsters, while the latter are terrorists who use the former for power. It also states and restates that you must trust the Exorcists and tell them about any possibly paranormal phenomenon, no matter how mundane it seems.
"You're not in danger yet, and I want to keep it that way. That's what the NEO was founded for. I mean, that's what I believe in, anyway. I want to promote peace, even if that means I have to carve my way through the frontlines to achieve it."
'The NEO? Who are they? Do ya think the monsters will go looking for me? Some of the Nightmares know who I am'
"The Nightmare Exorcist Order, or NEO, is exactly what the name implies. It's not very clever or mysterious, but it has a cool initialism. As for the Nightmares, just keep your distance. They aren't erratic in nature like a lot of wild mundane animals. If it hasn't attacked you, that usually means it's trying to get close to you. Don't let that happen. They are embodiments of evil and desire nothing more than negative emotions to feed on and a safe place to spawn more Nightmares."
It's mostly about staying calm and staying out of trouble. Little information is available on the actual nature of the Nightmares or Blackhearts, but the former are monsters, while the latter are terrorists who use the former for power. It also states and restates that you must trust the Exorcists and tell them about any possibly paranormal phenomenon, no matter how mundane it seems.
"You're not in danger yet, and I want to keep it that way. That's what the NEO was founded for. I mean, that's what I believe in, anyway. I want to promote peace, even if that means I have to carve my way through the frontlines to achieve it."
'The NEO? Who are they? Do ya think the monsters will go looking for me? Some of the Nightmares know who I am'
"The Nightmare Exorcist Order, or NEO, is exactly what the name implies. It's not very clever or mysterious, but it has a cool initialism. As for the Nightmares, just keep your distance. They aren't erratic in nature like a lot of wild mundane animals. If it hasn't attacked you, that usually means it's trying to get close to you. Don't let that happen. They are embodiments of evil and desire nothing more than negative emotions to feed on and a safe place to spawn more Nightmares."
'Fair enough, I'll stay away from the Nightmares, and I won't give them anything to feed off of. Hopefully they won't find my den'
He passes them the bottle, “Wise words from a machine with no soul.” He says with a chuckle, tapping their shoulder, “There is more in there than just mechanical parts and directives, sentience is life.” He rolls his shoulders, “I wish I could give more than I have, but there’s only so much we can do with just time. A resource we don’t deserve, yet it’s always in demand.”
'Ah, fair enough. Thanks for the towel, by the way. Is the war coming here?'
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He nods and takes a couple good chugs from the bottle, filling his chubby cheeks and swallowing over and over, before taking a breath and setting it down between them, now about a third full. "A lot of people just want a way out. They want to live forever or never exist in the first place. But that just seems... ungrateful to me. You were given so much time. Make the most of it. Love, hate, be merciful, be cruel, cry, dance, but do it all for the glory of God." He chuckles. "Did I tell you I was created to be a chaplain? I'm still a cleric, but my faith comes from more than just one place. I believe in God, and I believe God is good, but I also believe His creation is sacred. I don't hope for heaven, and I certainly don't expect my good works to win me any prizes, but if someone placed all the beautiful things on this earth... shouldn't we take the time to appreciate them? To care for them? Protect them? Guide them to a better future?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Oh, it's already been here. It's just fought a lot differently nowadays. Most of it is just hide and seek with guns and paranormal entities and Artefacts." He sits down beside Drillin, putting an arm around him and pulling him against his fluffy, blubbery side. "You don't have to worry. I'll keep you safe. Do you have a family around here?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I got a migraine, Baalze, do me a favor, when Yvonne is back on, quote this for Henry and KK’s wedding.*
Resting in the remains of a shattered church in Yharnam, two souls are being eternally bound to each other, if it weren’t for each of their insanity and the blood curdling screams that the city is known for, normal people may find this a sweet moment. The blood moon shines down onto the open roof, or rather the lack there of, the distant sound of whispering entities able to be heard by some. The gifts and food have been put away for later, and the ceremony has begun.
An eerie music begins to play as Henry, sitting at the piano nearby taps the keys in a melody to which even creatures beyond the stars would rejoice, reality a hair’s breath from shattering like glass and leading to an endless chorus of maddening silence, and yet the most beautiful sound anyone could ever hope to hear. After the small song, he stands up, preparing himself to get married, now is the time, he has dressed in his finest suit, taking a deep breath, ready.
'Ah, nah. Unless ya count the rats and the other vermin. I guess I got a couple friends here. Why ya ask?'
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*Of course, my friend. If I am present, I will do so on cue! I'm sorry about your migraine, though. My dad gets those, and they're awful. I've only had one once, and I have never felt more pain that I can remember. I wanted to rip my own head off.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Because I wanted to make sure I gave you the right instructions." He reached into his coat and pulled out a colorfully illustrated pamphlet titled 'How to Protect Yourself From Paranormal Threats and Operatives: Individual Edition.' "You guys don't seem to have TV, and we didn't want to commandeer the local radio until it becomes urgent that we spread this information. Besides, tailored pamphlets are better for making sure nobody does anything stupid."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
'TV? What's that, anways, ya think we're under threat?' Drilin looks nervous, reading through the pamphlet to see what the advice says
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It's mostly about staying calm and staying out of trouble. Little information is available on the actual nature of the Nightmares or Blackhearts, but the former are monsters, while the latter are terrorists who use the former for power. It also states and restates that you must trust the Exorcists and tell them about any possibly paranormal phenomenon, no matter how mundane it seems.
"You're not in danger yet, and I want to keep it that way. That's what the NEO was founded for. I mean, that's what I believe in, anyway. I want to promote peace, even if that means I have to carve my way through the frontlines to achieve it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
'The NEO? Who are they? Do ya think the monsters will go looking for me? Some of the Nightmares know who I am'
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"The Nightmare Exorcist Order, or NEO, is exactly what the name implies. It's not very clever or mysterious, but it has a cool initialism. As for the Nightmares, just keep your distance. They aren't erratic in nature like a lot of wild mundane animals. If it hasn't attacked you, that usually means it's trying to get close to you. Don't let that happen. They are embodiments of evil and desire nothing more than negative emotions to feed on and a safe place to spawn more Nightmares."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
'Fair enough, I'll stay away from the Nightmares, and I won't give them anything to feed off of. Hopefully they won't find my den'
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*The sinners have been served egg-fried tofu.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*nice?!*
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*Thank you, one person who's not on Camp Half-Blood! I appreciate it!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I'd like some egg fried tofu lol*
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*Do it yourself. Your people already took the invention of the sandwich from me anyway. (sobs in the corner)*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*My people?*
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*The inventor of the sandwich was English.*
*I wanted to bully you without any real reason. Apologies.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.