We have lived this fragile peace for only still a short time.

Do not look to the future. But be here, now.

Another cycle. Another time.

Where is this place?

I found a virus in my programming. It lay dormant, giving no indication of potential damage... or corruption.

This was six months ago.

*pauses and contemplates, arms folded inside his sleeves* There's little value in dwelling on this now. Come what may...

Those affected by my absence--

*meaningfully* Forgive me.

I dreamed again.

It had Ghost. And buttsex.

... It is unlikely that I, as a program, am capable of emotion. But-- this may yet be false. It is the only explanation.

But. Also... there is something more. Emotion is the less important state of mind. Above that-- above what could become of us-- is what becomes of you. Alone.

I do not yet completely understand the love the rebels spoke of. I know the impulse to protect. But I do not know if they go together.

I wish to protect you.

I would gratefully give up any involvement with you, if it meant the recognition of your free will. I protect that which matters most. In this new world--

You must live through a connection to everything. But foremost, to oneself.

I think... that this is what I desire most.

A few hours ago, I was overwhelmed by confusion. I still do not know why. But now my mind is clear.

It is true-- that you do not truly know someone until you fight them. In this case...

There is much that I still do not know.

You're not my eater I'm not your food Love you for God Love you for the Mother

Eat me In the space Within my heart Love you for God Love you for the Mother

Mother fountain Or live or not at all

The most level Sunken chapel Love you for God Love you for the Mother

All's there to love Only love

The resistant uke.

You may not want to hear this, but...youre an uke.
Lets be honest. ^_^; You can argue, you can
complain, you can resist until youre blue in
the face, and then you can sulk afterwards...
but nothing you do will change the fact that
when it comes right down to it, you will either
be forced into things, or youll accept the fact
that sometimes...just sometimes...you dont mind
sacrificing yourself for anothers well-being.
^_^ Youre really just a true sweetheart arent
you? *Cuddle*



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The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:

Level	Score
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)	Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)	Very High
Level 2 (Lustful)	Low
Level 3 (Gluttonous)	Moderate
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)	Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Very Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	High
Level 7 (Violent)	High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	High
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Low

Take the Dante Inferno Hell Test

Heresy. *smiles, shakes his head a bit* It is true that I trust the Oracle unconditionally; I offer no apology for that. But... *frowns* I had not perceived myself as malicious... I must work to change this.


... *stuffs code back into place and grumbles*

There seems to be a virus in my programming. I do not yet know what its effects are, but maybe it relates to my earlier problem.

*eyes shift about for a possible carrier...*

My usual tranquility has disturbed itself lately. I do not know why. But... something is out of place.

It's making me irritable. It's making me want to use contractions more often.

Sometimes, it is difficult to attempt to blend in with people. They are often no different from programs, but still they trouble me.

... *stuffs a bit of unspooling code back into his shoulder blade*

To think I could have been the Messiah. *grumble*

I received an anonymous package this evening. It contained...

*looks pained* a burrito.

Are you responsible for this?

*is frankly afraid to eat it*

Persephone wishes to speak with you.

My code seems to be unspooling. It has lost some of its structure and has now taken the form of... *plucks a feather from over his shoulder*

For a time I wondered if it posed some threat to my existence, but... It does not seem to. But I still don't know why this has happened.

*watches the feather turn to gold code and become reabsorbed through his fingers*

Still I do not know.



((Yes, that is Collin Chou's half-nekkid torso in my icon. *rubrub* Yeow.))

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