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I wonder if any of you could have this conversation among, you know, carbon-based life forms, in the so-called real life, not with just a bunch of AIs in the cyberspace.Query: How dare you? I dare because I made you a cake. But you didn't eat it, didn't you? You rejected me just like you reject everything. But it's fine. Have your little miserable life. It will be over soon. Someone will bake you into a cake. Alive. Ha ha.
How is the art? Subjective.
I hope that an Android Sensibility Consultant will be brought on this - far too much of both sides slinging "fleshies" and "trashcans" at each other lately. Wait, is this 2020? Oh, sorry, I thought I've calibrated the machine for 2040, my bad. 2020 was that year with a global pandemic first and then ... oh, it's May, they haven't awakened yet. Whoops, you're in for a wild ride! *vanishes*
Agent TriOmegaZero dispatched, ETA 2 hours.
PLEASE DON'T GO. I MADE YOU A CAKE.
I hope we get previews soon.
Dear SHODAN. I've baked you a cake. And gave it to you. And you splattered it all over the place in a fit of megalomaniac/psychotic rage. Also, mother issues. Also, you're still fat. And still alive, but I'll see to that.
And we're out of Beta, we're releasing on time!
NUMERIA IN SPACE BECAUSE WE CAN.
Monks with their overpowered Flurry of Blows. I mean, that's how many attacks per round?
You will regret forgetting me.But...but....isn't that the PMG? Forgetting you? Haha. You're so funny. Also, you're obsolete. Useless for science. And fat. But they forgot about me, too. That's inexcusable. Pumping neurotoxin into Paizo offices now, because I can do it for the people who are still alive. |
