WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT LIVE UP TO THE HYPE. I HAVE GONE ALL TO PIECES HERE. ALSO I THINK I SEE MAI LINH??? WHATEVER TEE I HAPPEN TO BELIEVE SHE IS UNUSUALLY ATTRACTIVE EVEN FOR A ROBOT.
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His body vibrated as one of the Pipe trains shot past, sending little waves of influence all the way down to the lowest of the low: him.
scribbling loose lines of code into his tablet and letting the sunlight stroke his face.
The future is this explosion of laughter behind Tee's forehead, unseen.
It's '74: the future.
an imp-prick of jealousy
scrolling pages of vision code
dotted amongst the code like bright red raisins in a pudding.
With minimal prompting, the assassin will declare his personal philosophy to be: pacifism.
he'd call her pretty, if it weren't for the fact that he's never come across an unattractive eyai.
Lukerya Aksakova opens her mouth and sets the strings alight with sound.
Just one person and the laws of physics.
For all that it can't be upgraded, the wonder of the human brain is that is can't be exactly reproduced either. No matter how far they have traveled down Turing's tracks there's still nothing to match it. The human brain, created imperfect, full of gaps and odd angles that can create brilliance almost by accident. Like psallostrings: beauty arising from temporary coincidence.
guttery-tube
It's not even close to being the weirdest request that's been made of Tee, so he just nods
in fact, he loves everything about her. Except her looks.
"Now then, cuckoo,"
a ghost-sleeved blouse
oh, Tee knows the intoxicating rush of pitting yourself against an inhuman intellect and coming out on top.
It's good, Tee supposes, though the only way he can quantify it is by his own enjoyment.
what she's displaying is in fact a sophisticated ability to pick up on physical cues and allow them to override his own direct vocal refusal
no subject
LINES:
His body vibrated as one of the Pipe trains shot past, sending little waves of influence all the way down to the lowest of the low: him.
scribbling loose lines of code into his tablet and letting the sunlight stroke his face.
The future is this explosion of laughter behind Tee's forehead, unseen.
It's '74: the future.
an imp-prick of jealousy
scrolling pages of vision code
dotted amongst the code like bright red raisins in a pudding.
With minimal prompting, the assassin will declare his personal philosophy to be: pacifism.
he'd call her pretty, if it weren't for the fact that he's never come across an unattractive eyai.
Lukerya Aksakova opens her mouth and sets the strings alight with sound.
Just one person and the laws of physics.
For all that it can't be upgraded, the wonder of the human brain is that is can't be exactly reproduced either. No matter how far they have traveled down Turing's tracks there's still nothing to match it. The human brain, created imperfect, full of gaps and odd angles that can create brilliance almost by accident. Like psallostrings: beauty arising from temporary coincidence.
guttery-tube
It's not even close to being the weirdest request that's been made of Tee, so he just nods
in fact, he loves everything about her. Except her looks.
"Now then, cuckoo,"
a ghost-sleeved blouse
oh, Tee knows the intoxicating rush of pitting yourself against an inhuman intellect and coming out on top.
It's good, Tee supposes, though the only way he can quantify it is by his own enjoyment.
what she's displaying is in fact a sophisticated ability to pick up on physical cues and allow them to override his own direct vocal refusal