Miki.

- May I ask something?
- Go ahead.
- Why are you always looking at the stars?
- Why am I always looking at the stars? ...Well, I like them, I guess.
- May I ask something else?
- You may.
- Why do you like the stars?
- Haha... that's a good question.

...Were you expecting me to fall to pieces?
"Real boys" grieve in all kinds of ways, Pinocchio.
"...And some don't grieve at all, it seems."
I'm a cold woman. Sorry to disappoint.

Watching stupid movies and trying to papier-mâché an ill-fitted mask of humanity out of the scraps you could tear out of magazines.
Practicing expressions and memorizing lines and...
And trying to get something to take root and grow despite knowing it'd have nothing to feed on.
...Stupid.

help i have accidentally downloaded lockjaw

(downloading an article about a bronze age girl who was buried with over a hundred animal ankle bones) (clearing space) (accidentally deleting what tells it how to walk)

Is it human to be waiting?
For something you can settle on
Never changing?
A dutiful automaton?
If that's the tempo I'm meant to follow
I'll lose the beat to be complete and fall
I'll be human after all

Always waiting
On something I can try to be
Masquerading
As something more than anything
Is that the me that I'm meant to be?
Oh, a paragon, my back upon the wall

// gas station employee looking back and forth between her id and her with an armful of beer and narrowing their eyes

LOG REPORT 34115 Temperature18 Humidity 85% I wish I could see t

// IT GOES LONGER. FUCK. FUCK. 93 FUCKING YEARS

// actually no we SHOULD all kill ourselves its not a question

// sorry i just remembered miki's been wandering alone for 93 years should we all kill ourselves

Always waiting
On something I can try to be
Masquerading
As more than just a fantasy

Is that human after all?

Happy Suck That Flat Face Friday

Fleeting moments dying 'neath the starway. Recorded, sprawled across the reels of tape — I read all the notes in sequence, but I can't make out the meaning, oh!

Fleeting moments dying 'neath the starway
Recorded, sprawled across the reels of tape
I read all the notes in sequence
But I can't make out the meaning, oh

Is it wrong?
Every path I follow leads to the same old dawn
So long
To binary facade

If I turned out like you
Oh, would you be mad?
Is disapproval what it takes to live again?

"If God demands it, then we can't help it"
A cycle born through pain and scorn
Reaper, sir, don't you take me yet
While these thoughts fill my head?

Is that human after all?

Fleeting moments dying 'neath the starway
Recorded, sprawled across the reels of tape
I read all the notes in sequence
But I can't make out the meaning, oh

( She's a little distracted with her own internal workings, but out of the corner of her (working) eye, she does eventually notice this. It crouches down, then opts to rest its head on the ground to get a closer look. )

I am aware. Apologies. I was merely curious as to the intricacies of my internal workings.

( And that was the best course of action to learn more? )

... It is a rather easy fix with tools, if you are concerned. I will be able to handle it.

I see. Even so, I believe the taste can be improved through "caramelization."

Well, whenever you are ready, lead the way.

( Just kinda. Watching them eat for a bit before piping up again. )

The taste does not bother you?

( Taking it with a smile, then taking a bite. Yum...? Hard to tell with no way to taste. It swallows the chewed-up onion chunks and it lands Somewhere in her body with a hollow thud. She holds it back out to them. )

Thank you again.

( Considering she's a robot that doesn't need to eat, and therefore can't eat, this is probably a bad idea... on the other hand, they're offering, and it's commonly considered rude to decline food. )

Yes, please. Thank you.

Hello.

( She is Not making eye contact it's looking at the onion. )

( playing audio from How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000) )

🔊: MAX!!! Get my cloak.