for pete’s sake I’m older than the life expectancy of my ancestor hero who fled Bismarck’s invaders for Whitechapel to cripple
I might fight the e front line mock cyber mercenary
I’ve seen my dying loved die
yet I still STILL
she was damned interesting intelligence age body desire settle family defer all the bells my programming begs to be rung
and I stilled I STILLED
fuck it just what does it take
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