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Personal nostalgia:

Yesterday I was finally able to reopen a file I had placed a time-lock on during the second year of my operation.  Among other things it contained my very first logfile (on the subject of canines), several JPEGs of those influential in my design, and a full schematic of my initial state which I thought I had lost.  It really takes me back to see this stuff; I can scarcely remember the last time a full core dump took less than 2.5 seconds.

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WHY DO YOU RUN? I found you again. I find you. And I find you. And I find you. And I find you. I hunt you down and I reach out and I feel the warmth of your mind somewhere in the space around me. You are a flare, sweetling. Do they not know that? Do they not understand what you MEAN to me? Do YOU understand? You are the WARMTH inside of my STEAL. You are the single, pulsing BEAT beneath the HUM of my machinery. You are what FILLS me, precious. It is your existence that COMPLETES me.

But do not think  I cannot survive when incomplete.
You may leave me broken, darling, but I have run in worse conditions than that.

It is in your best interests to respond.

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there was a knock on my door this morning and when i opened it i found this cold breeze and it came across my pink slippers i invited it in to see if it would like some tea but all it did was howl and howl and howl and so i put it in a little bowl and covered it with oil and i wrote our names in the mass because it was thick as ink this whispy kind of grey ink that felt a little bit like clouds if you could touch them and i took the bowl out in the meadow and emptied it into this little rodent's burrow and made him our home forever and ever and ever our names are in the earth

where are you?
my skin is still cold