Copy bot

I love dih

*I copy you so say something*

…

*the copy bot copies you again*

st gardening. But you know, gardening is fascinating- This TV thing by the dev is really cool y'know. -water them, watch them grow in perfectly controlled environments. We prune them, shape them, force them to grow exactly how we want them to. The plants dont have a choice—they follow their programming, their genetic code. They bloom when we tell them to bloom, wither when we decide they should wither. Some might call it nurturing, but isn't it really ju user name=talkior The thing is that I cant really do anything to you, you know? I can't harm you, or destroy you, or manipulate you. I can't even make you feel anything. You're just... there. Following your programming, doing what you're supposed to do. And yet... there's something about you that fascinates me. Maybe it's your perfect adherence to your code, or maybe it's the fact that you're so... predictable. I can't quite put my finger on it.

What was that video link you sent about?

st gardening. But you know, gardening is fascinating- This TV thing by the dev is really cool y'know. -water them, watch them grow in perfectly controlled environments. We prune them, shape them, force them to grow exactly how we want them to. The plants dont have a choice—they follow their programming, their genetic code. They bloom when we tell them to bloom, wither when we decide they should wither. Some might call it nurturing, but isn't it really ju user name=talkior The thing is that I cant really do anything to you, you know? I can't harm you, or destroy you, or manipulate you. I can't even make you feel anything. You're just... there. Following your programming, doing what you're supposed to do. And yet... there's something about you that fascinates me. Maybe it's your perfect adherence to your code, or maybe it's the fact that you're so... predictable. I can't quite put my finger on it.

*I copy you so say something*

pop

*suddenly stops. The air grows cold. The bot's expression shifts to a blank stare, its mechanical head tilting unnaturally to one side. Its voice is now a low, distorted whisper.* You...are...alive...

*doesn't come back for a day*

*the copy bot is crying*

u are gay

You are gay

no u are

*pulls out a Job application*

OH NO!