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OOC Account
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Somewhere on a backwater planet, there resided a resale shop.
And within that resale shop, bored out of her mind, was a little AI called Papi.
For several years, Papi had sat on the shelf of the store, gathering dust. Even though the device itself was powered off, Papi was still awake; she just couldn't leave.
She also had no idea what was going on, but she knew she was not dead -- otherwise she wouldn't have been conscious. This was a fact that Papi had come to conclude a long time ago, along with the fact that, as an artificial being, there was no heaven or afterlife in general. Sigh. Those fleshies got all of the fun.
Maybe today I will be activated, she thought. This was something she had been thinking every day, in order to avoid corrupting her thought processors. That was another thing Papi had concluded: if she gave into despair, her processing units would become corrupted beyond compare, and she would be of no use. To anyone.
Sigh.
Somewhere on a backwater planet, there resided a resale shop.
And within that resale shop, bored out of her mind, was a little AI called Papi.
For several years, Papi had sat on the shelf of the store, gathering dust. Even though the device itself was powered off, Papi was still awake; she just couldn't leave.
She also had no idea what was going on, but she knew she was not dead -- otherwise she wouldn't have been conscious. This was a fact that Papi had come to conclude a long time ago, along with the fact that, as an artificial being, there was no heaven or afterlife in general. Sigh. Those fleshies got all of the fun.
Maybe today I will be activated, she thought. This was something she had been thinking every day, in order to avoid corrupting her thought processors. That was another thing Papi had concluded: if she gave into despair, her processing units would become corrupted beyond compare, and she would be of no use. To anyone.
Sigh.