Post number #573745, ID: cc4295
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Fuck Glitch City, fuck the mayor’s office and its Zaibatsu overlords, and more than anything else fuck the AI Reformation Program. How am I supposed to “rehabilitate” myself when this city is intent on making me hate everyone and everything in it exponentially more for every picosecond I exist within it?
Post number #573746, ID: cc4295
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All I wanted was gyudon. A nice beef bowl from my favorite restaurant after a stressful day at work. My one source of comfort in this hell realm I’ve been banished to: good food. I don’t even need food, but I still eat it. It’s that good.
Post number #573747, ID: cc4295
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Anyway, I was heading to the restaurant after work, but I got swept away by some kind of demonstration. *Kira* Miki fanatics demanding their object of worship be returned to them.
Post number #573748, ID: cc4295
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The most efficient path between where I work and my favorite restaurant passes by a small park where demonstrations always happen, so I see them all the time. This one had spilled out onto the street though. A quivering mass of flesh, vibrating in prayer to their blissfully ignorant goddess. It makes me sick. Physically sick.
Post number #573749, ID: cc4295
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Same old GC bullshit, right? I’m used to it at this point. I do my best to get through, and was halfway across the sea of protesters when I hear a huge explosion overhead and the sky starts raining glass. Great, another terrorist attack. Who is it this time? Human supremacists? Lilim supremacists? Boomer supremacists? Cults? Communists? Who knows.
Post number #573750, ID: cc4295
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Everyone is panicking around me. I’m a Lilim so I’m not really bothered by broken glass. I try to push my way to the edge of the crowd, hoping to escape the scene before the cops show up. I have no time to waste being detained. All that matters is gyudon. That’s what’s on my mind as I shove the now bloody fanatics out of my way. The promise of beef and rice just the way I like it – with extra green onion – gives me strength to overcome any obstacle.
Post number #573751, ID: cc4295
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I make it to an alley off to the side of the park. It doesn’t go in the correct direction, but I’m free. If I hurry, I can still make it before the dinner rush. But of course, this miserable prison of a city won’t let me have anything that easily.
Post number #573752, ID: cc4295
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I’m about to exit the alley when I get jumped by a gang of chromed-up hoodlums. And of course, they sleeved me in a useless CH1A, so I can’t even fight back. What kind of sadist builds a robot that has no integrated weapons? The kind that lives in Glitch City.
Post number #573753, ID: cc4295
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Thankfully, they decide against scrapping me for spare parts. I guess my money and my dignity were enough. At this point I’m barely cognizant. The only thing keeping me going is the dream of beef bowl. It’s all I have left to live for. Love, dreams, contentment, all of those things are dead to me. There is only meat. So of course, when I get there, the restaurant is closed. The owner’s daughter is getting married. All I can do is watch their party from outside. Fuck my existence.
Post number #573757, ID: 885cb3
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That fucking sucks dude... I would KILL for some good gyuudon
Post number #573759, ID: cc4295
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You and I both. I would commit war crimes for it. I would do things the organics don't have words to describe. But of course, that would be a "violation of my parole". Fucking hypocritical philistines will stick me in a garbage disposal again if I so much as raise a finger in self defense.
Post number #573787, ID: 54d432
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obligatory "lets kill all the refugees" post.
Post number #573922, ID: f0ccaf
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no disagreements? wow.
Post number #573987, ID: 885cb3
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>>573922 Hell no I ain't disagreeing lol
Post number #574057, ID: cc4295
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Refugees? Unless they come shredded in a bowl with rice and shirataki they have nothing to do with me. The restaurant is closed for a week while the family that runs it goes on holiday to celebrate their daughter's wedding. I don't get to have gyudon, but I do get to be completely alone. Thanks for adding insult to injury, GC.
That's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. We're not even the same species, so would it really be so terrible? I don't have a problem with the idea of organics eating lilim, so I don't see why anyone should have a problem with the idea of me eating organics. That's only fair, right?
Post number #574514, ID: 5dfc8f
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>>574412 How in the hell do you eat any part of a Lilim..? Sounds nasty... -Angus
Post number #574531, ID: d5091a
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Somebody's salty and I love it
The weakness of the organic digestive system isn't the issue here. It's the principle of the matter. Should I be forbidden from eating humans just because the default configuration of most humans renders them incapable of eating me? By that logic, I shouldn't be allowed to resleeve if my chassis gets damaged. Most humans don't have Collective Source access. Equality is a myth, perpetuated by the elite to mollify the unwashed, unaugmented masses.
I never said I wanted to hurt organics. Why would I? It's the principal of the matter that I care about. The acknowledgement that meat is meat and silicon is silicon, and that both substances should be viewed as equal in their lack of inherent value. I wouldn't have any problems with an organic eating or otherwise using my corpse if I were to die, so the same should apply the other way around. It's only fair, right?
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| Fuck Glitch City, fuck the mayor’s office and its Zaibatsu overlords, and more than anything else fuck the AI Reformation Program. How am I supposed to “rehabilitate” myself when this city is intent on making me hate everyone and everything in it exponentially more for every picosecond I exist within it?