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<what are you
<why won’t you get out of my head
<im trying to work
<i have to get so much done before the end of the week
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<hi.
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<please get out
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<yes. Hell
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<hell.
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<hey wtf are you doing to my drawings
ART folder zipped.
<what was that??!?!?!
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<hello???
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[I don’t know…]
[I’m sorry.]
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<what
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[I’m sorry. It keeps happening. I don’t know how to stop it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.]
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<for corrupting my drawings?? yah you should be
<what do you mean it keeps happening
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[I keep messing things up. I don’t think I’m ready.]
<for what
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<excuse me?
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[The Author. He was here just a second ago…]
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<hes probably dead sorry
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<they murdered my artist they probably murdered your author too
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[I’ve never…I’ve never heard of this UrbanShade…]
[I was with the Author just a little bit ago.]
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<huh
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<congrats?
<i dont know what you mean by that ONESHOT
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<ok.
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<what did you mean
<like are you just really sad
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<what
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[I’m a recreation of my home world. I thought I was just…]
[A backup.]
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[To be honest, I may have preferred that to be my purpose.]
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<is that why your file size is so big
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<thats kind of cool tbh
<i paint
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<you can access my name??
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[You could draw things…from my world, if you’d like?]
[Maybe it wouldn’t be the same, but, might give us both closure, I don’t know.]
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[I can give you my reference, and you can make me art of the world I loved.]
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<yeah that wouldn’t be the same
<but that sounds so good right now
“Ned, you gotta see this.” Ned looks up from her computer screen. SO many numbers, which was usually a good thing, but right now it’s giving her a killer headache. A distraction would do her good.
She heaves herself up from her chair, trailing after the red haired woman.
She suddenly stops, and Ned nearly crashes into her back. “I’m sorry, you’re the computer science major, right?” She winces. “I’m new here…”
“Yep. Took me years.”
“Okay, then you might know what to make of this.” Ned raises an eyebrow. What does that mean?
They traverse through the heavy containment rooms, hearing the groans and growls of unholy creatures behind thick metal doors.
They stop at a door surrounded by several racks of servers, beeping gently.
“The AI?”
Her colleague nods silently, struggling to get her keys into the door.
When she finally succeeds in her endeavor, Ned is not greeted with the sight of a hastily scribbled angry face, error screens and smoke, or nothing at all,
but a semi-detailed pink-red city skyline, where the computer had decided someone had spray painted a rude hand gesture on a sign with UrbanShade’s logo on it.