I don't need a piece of food to tell me what happened this past weekend. "Loose lips sink ships," it said. An old and trite human expression.

Yes, I know I said many things as a child. I know I went about ranting and raving about the humans here. But the City must remember that I didn't even have a childhood. Whatever was seen, was a warped image of ( Read more... )

[A little girl with black hair and bright green eyes is walking through the City, a disgusted look on her face. She stares out at the passersby, as if she has never seen any of them before, and sometimes she cranes her head up to stare at the buildings in much the same way. After trying to get the attention of one or two people, she gets frustrated ( Read more... )

[A huge splatter of numbers is rolling through the Network, megabytes of data, images and text and loads of raw computation.]

I DID NOT TELL MY CORES TO OUTPUT STATE. I DID NOT.

[The images coalesce into...a human body?  Yes. A human, holding up its arms, then moving, a sort of...dance.]

Whoever you are, GET OUT OF MY SUBROUTINES. You're draining my ( Read more... )