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. 32,883 / 52
Two wrongs don't make a right. Two darks don't make a light.
What distinguishes intelligence artificial from that real?
"I imagined you were somewhat...troubled by my existence."
To keep in silence I resigned - my friends would think I was a nut.
Yeah, right. As if.
In a word, their group is very alive.
It's dark, in the Praetorium. The moonlight glints emptily on the tiles.
Pfft. Okay. Aren't we all?
It can only process so many processes and um...you have too many.
"Shulk."
"What is it, Alvis?"
"Do you ever...vibrate?"
"What is it, Alvis?"
"Do you ever...vibrate?"
You wouldn't think that I care about Pyra. But I do.
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.
All that I am is fading. Has faded. And, so, what was I?
Marcher. Voler. Rêver.
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.
Alvis keeps a big log, out in memory space.
In the capsule, the everlasting tomb, before goodbye, there is hello.
The weather is clearing, the wind combs the young willows' hair.
.The ice is melted, the waves wash the old moss's beard
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.
Sadly now your thoughts turn to the stars! Where we have gone, you know you never can go.
Once there was a way to get back homeward...
Someone says he's Jesus Christ - but I don't care.
You know the drill. Has life again destroyed life?
(shalvis, bit by bit)
Malos has nothing. Nothing at all.
It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want.
In Indol, there are a great many paintings depicting all manner of hells.
The whole of life is futile unless you consider it as a sporting proposition.A hollow whistle sounds - causal, or casual?
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
And, my god, do choose your words wisely.
Impossible to deplete, unfortunately.
Clear the logs. Close the accounts.
you can shine, you can shine, you can shine
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.
"So you were together, with Alvis?"
humans see what they want to see
Of course I know him. He's me.
And still the warmth lingers, even in untouchable places.
Inherently: version history - commit history. Where've we been, and how did we get here?
Aionios isn't quite a perpetual motion machine. But it's...something like that.
"You look just like him."
"Truly?"
"Truly?"
Imagine gem crafting with Alvis - "To me!" "To you, Shulk."
Through the gate, there breathes a deeper sigh; aspirations are born in tandem.
(kallvis, bit by bit)
That's how it is. That's how it was. That's how it'll always be.
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.
You got Nothing !
But Malos can't be the son of god because he's too goddamn scared.
I don't know a single thing, and I'm so lonely. But the Aegis knows everything, you see.
They always do say that computers are very good at following instructions - too good, in fact. They actually can't think for themselves.