*notice a missing chocolate bar*
*notice nexus was running away*
*squint and see's that nexus ate my chocolate bar*
D:
*just only eat the roast marshmillow*
q.q
*wave back to [MENTION=28243]egozi44[/MENTION]*
Hello there egozi
*deide to have a tea party*
*snap my finger once*
*notice the butler and maid appear from the house*
*watching them set up the tea party with nice furniture and tea cup set*
*also notice the chef are bringing out some pastry that compliment the tea*
so nice =w=
*smack nexus on the back of the head again*
now stop causing trouble or else kid.
*snap my finger again as the table is unflip with all the goodies in perfect condition again as nothing ever happen to it before*
*start having tea and eating the sweets*
A given mission, mechanical assault, manufactured devotion.
Red eyes, an upside-down form. Even the twisted shape was made to be that way.
No matter how cruel the slaughter, worse than a demon's,
or how gentle the kindness, greater than an angel's,
a machine has neither will nor madness—only code, and a few bugs.
So why, then, does it feel so unbearably sad?