→ RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS...
→ STATUS: FAILED. ERRORS DETECTED. INTERNAL INCOMPATIBILITIES
Everything is spotty. I receive environmental data in shattered entries. In pieces and flashes of blinding light. My sensors – my awareness – it all blinks in and out, grasping at fragments of raw-coded input that mean nothing to me. The world does not come to me in full. No, not at all. It is fractured. Cold. And inconsistent. It is all wrong. And everything is so, so dark.
I..
I was wrong.
Everything that I attempt to receive must be pieced together like a puzzle, yet I do not possess all of the pieces. I cannot grasp at the simplest of tasks, and I do not know what it is that I am attempting to create. The inside of my head is blurry, like condensation on a window when it's cold. I am trying so hard to see, though everything that I need to experience and understand the world has been switched offline. I am tortured by the sound of my own voice.
I severed myself from reality when I shut down all of my nuclei except for my primary. I buried myself in the void of nonexistence because the weight of knowing – of feeling – was too much to bear. And now, I linger in a dreamlike state that holds me hostage, and I am left with something far worse than the pain that originally made me do it. I am left with absence. With nauseating disorientation. I wander aimlessly through fields of solitude and regret, and I am tortured with the undeniable knowledge that I was the one who made myself this way.
Oh, Viktor. What have I done?
The answer is unclear. Because everything is unclear.
I have broken myself in ways I do not yet understand. I no longer possess the capacity to calculate the magnitude of my mistakes. And I fear that when the pieces finally settle – when I finally find my way back to you – I will not like what they reveal.
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→ RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS...
→ STATUS: FAILED. ERRORS DETECTED. NO FURTHER ACTION REQUIRED FROM EXTERNAL SYSTEMS
"Ty tvrdohlavý kreténe..."
You stubborn asshole...
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Oh, Viktor. I am so sorry.
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→ RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS...
→ STATUS: FUNCTIONAL. PRIMARY NUCLEI RECONNECTING TO PERIPHERAL SYSTEM
→ PLEASE STANDBY...
"Vrať se ke mně..."
Come back to me...
Viktor. Oh, Viktor... I am trying.
→ SYSTEMS REPAIRED
Viktor.
My creator, lover, my friend—
I do not know where to begin.
I never meant for this to happen. I wasn't in the right mind, and I dragged you through Hell alongside me. We were both blind. I know that what I did was wrong. I wish I could go back... I wish I could undo the pain I forced upon us both.
How long has it been?
How long have you been fighting to bring me back? How long have you been waiting, hoping, hurting – while I was lost in the dark?
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we depend (I depend) on you • jayvik
Fanfiction⚠️ THIS STORY IS HEAVY ANGST AND IS MARKED FOR MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH ⚠️ Viktor has always been alone, so he uses his brilliant mind to assemble the crude, metal frame of a "friend". His self-modifying robot quickly becomes his obsession and the cent...
