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12/11/2015 5:29:36 AM
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'Pfft, like an A.I. would or could know any woman enough to know the difference between one and another.' He puts the beer on the ground, and continues waiting. 'I broke out of a holding cell, and for what? To end up stuck here with shrapnel in my leg, looking for someone i have absolutely no chance with? Hahaha, yeah, this is great, i know for a fact that I'm mental now.'
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"Not mental, just hallucinations from blood loss." Python sips at his beer, leaning back against the wall.
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'Nah, you're not understanding. Its not the blood loss. We organics, you wouldn't know, have issues when we stay up for too long without sleep. Longest I've gone is 258 hours, and the problem with that is, is that doing that too often leads to mental issues.' He sighs. 'And i just realized I'm talking to an A.I., this is completely normal and sane.'
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"Well, I'm not real, and neither is that beer. So....right now you're just looking like an idiot sitting against the wall." He chuckles a bit, sipping at his beer.
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'Yeah, figured so. Can you leave so i can bleed in peace?'
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"See, I'm technically the only thing keeping you from falling unconscious right now." He finishes his beer, starting to stand. "But if you say so..." He disappears along with the beer.
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'Finally, hopefully I'll bleed out in my sleep. I'm tired of this streak of bad luck.' He passes out.
