un: f̵̳̬̕a̵̯͊̉͌͘n̷̨̮̭͖̉̏̚d̸͓͈͔̠̆̓̈͝a̴̻̖̜͗̐͆̾n̵̥̺̩̽͌i̸̫̦͘ȩ̸͈͠l̶̦̳͊͆̓͝

[trollophoroi]

[ Nearly the very second the last note of music fades from Uta forever, tucked away in Δ Hidden Forbidden Dead Wood, Corbenik defeated, as though he had known this was going to happen, was expecting it— ]

Ahahahaha! Ha ha! Ha! You killed her! You actually thought you could save her? Amazing! Amazing!

But no, you did it, you put her in a grave, ju̠͡sṯ̐ as I͈͐ ̱̐foṛ̕es̺͞a̤͡w̲͑ ̯͞y̪̕ȏ̮u̗̿ ̥̍w̤̉oul͓̃d͆ͅ!

Tell me, was it worth it? Was your steadfast belief that there is a place to escape to for you more important than her life? When you knew? You knew! You all knew! She could only exist here! How you all delude yourselves into thinking everyone can be saved while putting them to the sword in the same breath.

Macha and Tarvos were too kind to you.

I would say to take this as a lesson but I already know that you will not. You have chosen the path of destruction, as humans oft do. Now live with the consequences, those of this inevitable f̍ͅä̢́t̹̿e, to kill, and kill again.

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[secondthoughts]

I knew that already. I know whatever's out there was unfair and cruel to you. You told me.

[ Or something like it. They are vague conversations, like ghosts that dance the light of the fire— ]

But things can be different. You can love both worlds. You don't have to burn one to keep the other warm.

[trollophoroi]

How can I love both worlds when I can only exist in this one? The one your allies seek to tear asunder?

[secondthoughts]

We're not tearing it apart.

And I'm talking to Fandaniel, by the way. "You" can rot in hell with Cubia for all I care.

[trollophoroi]

Once I again, I am him, he is I. I was always this program you speak to now.

Does that make you uncomfortable, Hector?

To have feelings for something you consider to not be alive?

[secondthoughts]

[ ... >:(

There's so much to unpack here and he doesn't know where to start. ]

You're not seriously asking about my kinks NOW, are you? Is that the data you want?

[trollophoroi]

[ hector why are you like this ]

Oh dear, are you certain you want that on file? I would have to put it into a personal folder, mind. It would sully what I truly seek otherwise.

HEAD ADMIN

[cccorp]

[ .................................. ]

[trollophoroi]

[ DON'T YOU DARE BAN HIM, HE DIDN'T EVEN ASK ABOUT THAT!!! ]

[secondthoughts]

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[secondthoughts]

Oh yeah? And what's that?

[trollophoroi]

To͕͂ ̨̛c̙̍olle͆͢cṯ̓ ̗̑d̯͘á̜tã̞ ̳̃on ̩̇th̬̑e̺̒ ̬͡ḣ̬ǘ̫m̢̚a͉͝n̳̿ c̥̓o̱͠n̼̉ce̬̅pṭ͝ ò̩f ͚̒u̎͢n͇̉a̛̖v̼̒ơ̰ida̎͟ble͊͢ ̣̏f͙̏ate.

[secondthoughts]

Ok, well, maybe to an AI program "unavoidable fate" is a given. But it's not. Whatever you think is gonna happen, you're probably wrong. We're getting you back and we're going to the world outside.

[ Hector's not arguing this, so he won't respond to any more messages. ]

[trollophoroi]

[ One can easily imagine the laughter and a bright "lord, what fools these mortals be" that could follow Hector's statement but alas, this is all text. Fidchell, Fandaniel, whatever approximation of in-between he is, lets it go.

This has all been interesting but, similarly, he realizes he's been arguing in circles and circles and circles and... ah, perhaps mankind cannot help but loop their data forever like this. ]