(You at my location) Go wait in my bed at home, I`m on vacation.
Or alternatively, (Me at your location) How`d I get to...wherever you are!? Go wait in my bed at home, I`ll be more comfortable there.
Answer his/her question. Well I haven't much time left for the day, so I'll finish up on watching a stream then head off to sleep. Maybe post as well during the time being.
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?