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[Lore is back to himself, mostly. He's wearing a suit very much like the one from the breach- his last memories were of having people that accepted and cared about him despite his instabilities, and he hates that.]
Dear Admiral.
You know what I love? I really sincerely love? Being stuck in the nether for however long it takes before you realize that you left me behind. No, wait. How long did it take? Oh. Twenty-eight days, four hours, thirty-seven minutes, 10.567 seconds. Just a rough estimation. [He makes a so-so motion with his hand.]
Your "life is difficult so other people can show they care" lessons are a little tedious.
Also, why are there cheap decorations everywhere? [He makes a motion.] Never mind. Just... never mind this. You'll send me a cookie or a croissant and I'll still be incapable of stuffing it into your ear canal and it'll be frustrating. Whatever. I'm back. And I'm going to the pub to get a drink. Maybe if I pretend I'm drunk hard enough my programming will kick in and make me forget where I am. That's how humans are supposed to do it, right?
[He stands up and spins his chair around, before grabbing his journal and turning it off.]
OOC: Have a pissy troll of an android. Spamming welcome. And responses in general.
[Lore is back to himself, mostly. He's wearing a suit very much like the one from the breach- his last memories were of having people that accepted and cared about him despite his instabilities, and he hates that.]
Dear Admiral.
You know what I love? I really sincerely love? Being stuck in the nether for however long it takes before you realize that you left me behind. No, wait. How long did it take? Oh. Twenty-eight days, four hours, thirty-seven minutes, 10.567 seconds. Just a rough estimation. [He makes a so-so motion with his hand.]
Your "life is difficult so other people can show they care" lessons are a little tedious.
Also, why are there cheap decorations everywhere? [He makes a motion.] Never mind. Just... never mind this. You'll send me a cookie or a croissant and I'll still be incapable of stuffing it into your ear canal and it'll be frustrating. Whatever. I'm back. And I'm going to the pub to get a drink. Maybe if I pretend I'm drunk hard enough my programming will kick in and make me forget where I am. That's how humans are supposed to do it, right?
[He stands up and spins his chair around, before grabbing his journal and turning it off.]
OOC: Have a pissy troll of an android. Spamming welcome. And responses in general.
