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May 29th, 2013

5/29/2013

 
My Medieval Sims' lead more interesting lives than I do....
guess they’re kind of like the Matrix though, and I am their Architect.
I wonder sometimes if they, my Sims, are aware of their own existence?
No, they are just a program...a complex program, just like 'real' life, in that respect.
I wonder what they do when the game is shut down? Probably plotting something very unsavory.
I would like a robot or android friend like Data from Star Trek. A logical friend. Of course, he wouldn’t get my jokes. I would have to teach him such things. I’d probably confuse him since my logic is flawed. I am flawed.
Anyway...
I used to wish my cat could talk. Then again, maybe not as I don't think she was very bright. She would probably have only wanted to discuss food and birds, and birds as food. Although I may be wrong. Maybe she was actually above human intelligence and could not converse with such a lowly human. She acted that way sometimes. Aloof. Cats are like that. Don’t like to show their emotional side.
She has gone to the other side of life, though, now. That side we know nothing about. I think I see her sometimes, out of the corner of my eye; and when I'm sad, it's almost like I can feel her crawl up on my lap to solace me :(
Anyway, my goldfish would be more apt to be of human intellect...the real kind (goldfish) and not the crackers...although I know some humans who have the brain of a goldfish...the cracker kind.

I am lonely today. Most days....


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    Ah, where to begin...
    Well, it all started when an anomaly caused a shift in the space/time continuum, and I was somehow transported here, in this universe.
    (It's all very complicated, way beyond human comprehension.)
    Presently posing as an American, for eternities (in your sense of time) I have tried to find my way back, as it is a constant struggle to keep my atoms from disassembling, and quite painful, too, I might add.
    After all these many eons, I find I've become rather fond of this place, and some of it's inhabitants, and have decided there is nothing left for me in my own dimension any longer.
    I have finally found what makes it all worth suffering for....to cast off one's skin and have some fun!


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