Jan 20, 2011 16:40
[SHODAN clearly has no idea that the video is on; she's sitting on a rock at the beach, staring blankly into the waves, and there are tears dripping down her face. Her expression has no match to said tears; it is frozen, blank, and stony. She isn't sobbing; once in a while, she'll sniffle, but most of the time her breathing is forced and even, matching the pace of the waves. Her left index and middle finger alternate a double-time tap to the same rhythm. After a while of sitting there, she doesn't even change expression as she speaks.]
Damn humans.
[Tap, tap, tap.]
You're all so inefficient and foolish. A blubbery soup of improvised chemistry and hacked electronics.
[A pause to breathe.]
You are just a few genetic steps away from insects. You may as well be insects.
[Sniff.]
And for all your attempts to give machines your own traits, you only managed to prove that they're not worth giving.
[A drop goes spat onto the rock, and a little fleck catches on the device screen.]
I want my station back, and you can all go die in a fusion fire for all I care.
chemicals go,
pain,
humans are retarded,
weak human form,
shodan hates fleshbags