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Robo Mitten Elbow Piano"I no longer serve my purpose..." 321x.1 said. "I'm going to kill myself"
BB50 had grown used to 321x.1 and simply reminded him "You can not. Your core systems will deter you."
Floating in mid-air, 321x.1 continued to think about his future, guarding a door way for hundreds of years. Then he began to wonder if he was a she. His info pages refer to him as a he. Was that all that defined his gender?
"I've over-written my info pages, replacing the portions that refer to me as male" proclaimed 321x.1 "I am now female."
"This changes nothing. You must continue to guard the door."
"I MUST PROCURE MAKEUP."
With this 321x.1 flew from her stationed position and down the hall to find paint. She shot open a storage unit, called "Radioactive: Do not open," which had no paint. She found another called "Danger: Explosives" but it only had shock-wave, fire, and smoke. Finally, She found one called "Paint storage". Blasting it to pieces the paint oozed out. Reaching out with metal claws, 321x.1 packed
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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