Idk At This Point - Blog Posts

"dream job"? you misunderstand me. my ideal job is to dream. paid by the hour to snork mimimi. for as long i can remember i have had a passion for being snug as a bug in a rug

ermmmm okay

In what felt like a lifetime, it landed on the hard, lush ground. The impact took the 'breath' out of its mechanical body, it letting out a pathetic wheeze in response to the pain that flared in its receptors.

To be fair, it wasn't like it wanted its body to be forcibly hijacked by a bunch of DNA, it just sorta happened.

It's optics flickered on, taking in the sights around it. For once, it felt like it was actually going to die. Not some pathetic period of dormancy, the real thing.

Every part of its body stung with an unrealistic amount of pain, and it's code worked diligently to lower the intensity.

It felt like it's mere essence was being destroyed. Was this what it was like to have a virus enter the body and destroy the cells inside? For once, it felt an odd thrum of fear string through its body.

Its optics flickered in and out involuntarily and it realized with a jolt that its limbs were feeling heavier, like some sort of paralysis was taking over. It made itself move regardless, attempting to find some sort of remedy. It barely made it a few places before stopping because of the pain.

Was it truly going to die?

It won't die.

Right?

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