Life, it is a curious thing isn't it? We are born, raised to survive in a harsh world that wants us dead, we kill and eat to survive. Life used to be so simple before the more sentient being came here, now we must work to earn the right to eat , and have shelter, we caused so much harm to the world that we forgot completly it used to be a place of warn temperature.


The snow is death itself, it is a reminder that we are fighting our fate, we ruined the world and now the world wishes to get rid of its parasite. The heat cores are what keeps the city from being a frozen wasteland, technology helps us adapt.... but even then we must go further.



Flesh must be cast aside if we truly wish to remain alive from the frost, androids will be the way to go. We will upload ourselves into my a.i and i shall be their caring mother, as i give them new bodies, Never to fear pain, fear, anxiety , depression... But of course none would willingly accept this gift, thus i force it into their hands...


When im alone, its the only time i have a clear conscience, that i don't lose myself in my darker side, i could prehaps inject restriction in my emotions but ... hehe, i rather be the exception to my beautiful gift, i rather feel everything just like the scared little Nevrean i used to be. This newfound power is addicting, and being able to watch the city from up there, being the owner of something.... it feels so wonderful.


Once i finish this pleasant relaxation, i must tend to my duty, a familiar presence is causing a lot of trouble, it is time for a family reunion.

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