Aegis Anxiety
A short series that sort of came about by accident, projecting personal disorders/compulsions/mechanisms onto the Trinity Processor (yes, it's just for the alliteration; I know). Now includes Aegises (Trinity) at large. And Klaus. Mon dieu. 50,306 / 66
The darling pot, blossoming ombre, is thirteen blunt pounds of cast iron and grief.
They always do say that computers are very good at following instructions - too good, in fact. They actually can't think for themselves.
I don't know a single thing, and I'm so lonely. But the Aegis knows everything, you see.
But Malos can't be the son of god because he's too goddamn scared.
You got Nothing !
There's a curious sort of crosswalk between mech pilots and magical girls; being able to enter into an idealized human body to perform violence but not having your emotional well-being protected by your ideal form.
That's how it is. That's how it was. That's how it'll always be.
(kallvis, bit by bit)
Through the gate, there breathes a deeper sigh; aspirations are born in tandem.
Imagine gem crafting with Alvis - "To me!" "To you, Shulk."
"You look just like him."
"Truly?"
"Truly?"
Aionios isn't quite a perpetual motion machine. But it's...something like that.
Inherently: version history - commit history. Where've we been, and how did we get here?
And still the warmth lingers, even in untouchable places.
Of course I know him. He's me.
humans see what they want to see
"So you were together, with Alvis?"
I've heard it said that it's not the responsibility of the listener to keep attentive. No, you have to captivate - and you have to earn.
you can shine, you can shine, you can shine
Clear the logs. Close the accounts.
Impossible to deplete, unfortunately.
And, my god, do choose your words wisely.
and in the streets the children screamed; the lovers cried, and the poets dreamed
but not a word was spoken; the church bells all were broken
but not a word was spoken; the church bells all were broken
A hollow whistle sounds - causal, or casual?
Access to polymorphism - is-a, has-a - is a wonderful thing.
The whole of life is futile unless you consider it as a sporting proposition.In Indol, there are a great many paintings depicting all manner of hells.
What do you even call something like that?
It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want.
Malos has nothing. Nothing at all.
(shalvis, bit by bit)
You know the drill. Has life again destroyed life?
I don't really understand how
git blame works, do you?Mythra seeks out Minoth instead of Addam, that night. (As ever, perhaps.)
Well, I won't tell. That would be cheating.
Someone says he's Jesus Christ - but I don't care.
Once there was a way to get back homeward...
Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars! Where we have gone, you know you never can go.
It's a little something about saying hello to the monster living under the bed, and a little something about relentlessly re-pasting the glow-up stars to your ceiling.
you broke your promise.
The weather is clearing, the wind combs the young willows' hair.
.The ice is melted, the waves wash the old moss's beard
In the capsule, the everlasting tomb, before goodbye, there is hello.
Mythra and Minoth, alone as ever, talk about what it means to be alive.
Alvis keeps a big log, out in memory space.
They say that time is a healer, and now my wounds are not the same. I rang the bell with my heart in my mouth; I had to hear what he'd say.
Walking in the country doesn't afford one many mirrors. Mythra struggles with their self-image all the same.
Marcher. Voler. Rêver.
All that I am is fading. Has faded. And, so, what was I?
Broken if an old PC is less than teaching will be till they just a parameter, we probably we should live over function like just that building just define as your people off along.
You wouldn't think that I care about Pyra. But I do.
"Shulk."
"What is it, Alvis?"
"Do you ever...vibrate?"
[Aegis Anxiety 3]
"What is it, Alvis?"
"Do you ever...vibrate?"
[Aegis Anxiety 3]
It can only process so many processes and um...you have too many. [Aegis Anxiety 2]
Pfft. Okay. Aren't we all? [Aegis Anxiety 1]
It's dark, in the Praetorium. The moonlight glints emptily on the tiles.
In a word, their group is very alive.
Yeah, right. As if.
To keep in silence I resigned - my friends would think I was a nut.
"I imagined you were somewhat...troubled by my existence."
What distinguishes intelligence artificial from that real?
Two wrongs don't make a right. Two darks don't make a light.