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I'M FIXED!
Yes, finally the strange computer man who presumes to know me better than my beloved owner has come and connected me once again to the Internet. Turns out I'd mysteriously "lost" the number key that connected me to the IP. Lost my ass. I never lose things unless it is convenient.
Percy, you damn prat, you DID steal it. I am disgusted, and am even lowering myself to the level of your pathetic little power games and taking a large number of points off your - what was it? House. I don't know what you think you're going to DO with that number, you being without a modem or LAN card, but I now have it back. So there.
My owner would like to reassure people that she can now send all the things she was going to send, and would also like to draw everyone's attention to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ytinirt, the newest addition to the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
_outofcontrol_ community.
She also wishes to tellryokophoenix and woodstock_21 that Ben and Gareth are the cutest couple ever. I do not know to what she is referring, and I'm not sure I want to.
Her last incomprehensible message is forsanguia, and it reads:
Almost 12,000 words and
They think I can't hear them if they stand outside to talk. But everything is so loud now, so very loud. Each footstep a crashing vibration in my head.
"Isn't there anything you can do?" Not sure... not sure who it is.
"I told you. It's not his body that's hurt, it's his mind. He has to fix it for himself. Or..." That one was Watari. He trails off.
"Yes. I know. An empath could have done it." There's a sharp thud that burns into my oversenstive senses. I think someone punched the wall. "Damn it! I've lost one of my employees and I do not want to lose another." Oh. It's Tatsumi. His voice still sounds different, though. There's no...control.
Watari says something else, so low that even I can't catch it. The end sounds like "...especially him."
"Watari –" That sounds more like the Tatsumi that I know. Cold. Reproving.
"I'm sorry."
They move away. I don't know why they're so worried. There's nothing wrong with me. All I have to do is stay here, and try to forget.
No doubts. Insanity is born of doubts.
*shrugs* I just serve her. I don't pretend to understand her.
Percy, you damn prat, you DID steal it. I am disgusted, and am even lowering myself to the level of your pathetic little power games and taking a large number of points off your - what was it? House. I don't know what you think you're going to DO with that number, you being without a modem or LAN card, but I now have it back. So there.
My owner would like to reassure people that she can now send all the things she was going to send, and would also like to draw everyone's attention to
ytinirt, the newest addition to the _outofcontrol_ community.She also wishes to tell
ryokophoenix and woodstock_21 that Ben and Gareth are the cutest couple ever. I do not know to what she is referring, and I'm not sure I want to.Her last incomprehensible message is for
sanguia, and it reads:Almost 12,000 words and
They think I can't hear them if they stand outside to talk. But everything is so loud now, so very loud. Each footstep a crashing vibration in my head.
"Isn't there anything you can do?" Not sure... not sure who it is.
"I told you. It's not his body that's hurt, it's his mind. He has to fix it for himself. Or..." That one was Watari. He trails off.
"Yes. I know. An empath could have done it." There's a sharp thud that burns into my oversenstive senses. I think someone punched the wall. "Damn it! I've lost one of my employees and I do not want to lose another." Oh. It's Tatsumi. His voice still sounds different, though. There's no...control.
Watari says something else, so low that even I can't catch it. The end sounds like "...especially him."
"Watari –" That sounds more like the Tatsumi that I know. Cold. Reproving.
"I'm sorry."
They move away. I don't know why they're so worried. There's nothing wrong with me. All I have to do is stay here, and try to forget.
No doubts. Insanity is born of doubts.
*shrugs* I just serve her. I don't pretend to understand her.
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