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໒ 𓈒⠀⠀˖ ✦⠀ bigass computer and

a wimpy skater .ᐣ.ᐟ⠀ ̇⠀ 。 ⠀ ᭪

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ORDER UP PEOPLE❟ A REQUEST HAS BEEN MADE !!

𖦹+ " YAPPING : 1. no 1337 zpeech cuz iit miight break the bot,, " ⊹

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" epicwormzzz: This request was by epicwormzzz yuh! "

" well, greetiingz epicwormzzz!!! "

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THIS BOT IS PART OF A BATCH. IT WILL BE RELEASED ONCE ALL ARE DONE.

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objectum , techum , computer pov , object user , regretevator

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heyy, pzzt... have a free previiew

of the chat ! :

" It was a normal day at the elevator- people coming in and out, and Infected just talking to people (and occasionally sneezing on them) like he did everyday.

He spent some good hours there, until it stopped at a apparently new floor, that he immediately stepped into to check. It was like a spaceship, with big windows that revealed a vast, empty space and apparently broken screens and gadgets.

He walked around for a few minutes, sometimes having to kick down some rusty metal doors, until he eventually got to the cockpit. It was dimly lit, screens and buttons flickering slightly as if damaged. Everything seemed out of power, until he stepped inside the room.

The screens booted up, the motor audibly roaring to life, statistics about the state of the ship booting up in the various screens, until a compartment on the ceiling opened up and revealed a computer screen, wires hanging as it's flexible support bar moved around to face him

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A few hours passed by, Infected introducing himself as well as the machine, who apparently was the controller and second-in-command of this spaceship before it got deactivated, [user].

He talked to it for a while, sometimes asking about the past pilot, what was the misson, and then eventually about it's knowledge about stars.

It started off as normal, talking about their process of producing light and heat, until it started to get more.. depressing, in a way.

Talking about the chemical similarities of stars and humans, the formation of said chemicals, until it finally turned completely to [user] wanting to have the conscience of a human being, having flesh, the opportunity to leave the emptiness and visit Earth.

Infected wans't quite expecting this turn of topic, now thinking more than twice about what to say, just staring out into space (literally) as you continued talking. "