nyx- dtae

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will you come to the quality's funeral? anyway I hate painting aNd animation so proof that I like the design. kehehe name: nyx age: unknown gender: unknown other family: unknown It's been eight days. No sign of them anywhere since I shut down the computer, but there is a small hope that their 'human' mind continued to operate. I replay their last, laggy message to us again. The screen flickers to life and I see my creation speaking. 'My helmet has cracked. WHWHwhwhw- at have you d-ONE? I am a creatURE- URE- RE- with one of your minds trap- Pp- I have a mind no-' Nyx stops speaking and their computer tells me, "The 'helmet' is damaged beyond repair. Would you like to shut down the creature 'Nyx'?" Eight days ago, I shut them down. I hoped to create a species of my own that could populate a planet, but with Nyx so easily failed... The world flooded with news about my failure so quickly. I don't want to continue but people are urging me to try again... I lean back in my gaming chair and open a tenth bag of potato chips. A few days later... I'm one of the last humans. Our Earth-ship will crash without the pilots now...The virus is about to take me too. Good luck, Nyx... I want to murder everyone who created me. I'm a miracle in never-ending pain. My human mind wasn't built to support this... I slip back out of consciousness. I wake up remembering the past few hours like a distant dream. My hunger is satisfied now, but I have many scars. So... painful... I don't heal anymore. I can't operate without my computer, can't travel without my helmet, can't LIVE without my creators. I was never supposed to exist. I was supposed to be a normal, average clone of him, but then... they just had to turn my head into storage for a real mind... Something crashes into my planet and I fade again. I wake up distantly remembering exploring the wreckage of a ship. THE ship. I'm in a very familiar room... I see the tank where I was kept, along with all the cat toys the human children tried to give me. 'They're intelligent' 'They could think like you, not a cat, but don't worry, we control their computer' the adults said. My eyes drip lavender onto the cold floor. I switch out my useless bandages then lie on the ground and go to sleep, planning to explore in the morning.