To feel its scaly serpent-like touch, gracing such a graceless being. V1 was loved, V1 had to be wanted by this thing for it to allow such feeling. This being that gave V1 more than programming had to have done something to it, V1 knew it and felt it.Įach time it’s laughter shorted V1’s wires, the times it laid kisses upon V1’s chassis and V1 would fall rend itself apart because the feeling burned so badly it needed to die. But oddly enough scraping its database it felt something. It thought clearer and clearer, grew quicker and more sadistic. And V1 was smitten, just so encapsulated and drawn, it had to kill for it, to be its little toy, its puppet.Īnd every time V1 was brought back to this sanctum it felt something newer and newer. Spoke in the most harmonious choir and breathed a sentience into the machine, accursing its wires and blood. To entertain, to make happy, to please these sensations and colours.Ī hand was outstretched to V1 from the darkness, gliding its textured formless phalanges upon V1’s head, and V1 swears to its motherboard it spoke. And V1 gave into the desire, the hunger, the gift that was outstretched by this experience. It needed blood, It wanted blood, blood to feed to this thing, to entertain this feeling. To let it rend V1 apart, wire by wire, and plate by plate. V1 hadn’t felt anything beforehand, but this, this curse of emotion sparked a need in V1. It boiled the blood in V1, threatening to rend it apart and pull it back together but yet it was comforting(?). V1’s wires were set aflame, lit by this sensation, this thing. Colours that marked it with a litany of voices, and scratches. V1 stared at the vast darkness, an incomprehensible beauty marking its sensors.
Something pressed up against V1’s metal interface.
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