[ The echos of old memories bounce off the walls, sticking to the surface and never coming undone. Forever stained with the blue burning hue of agony . And yet the urge to return is captivating . Like a tune one has been trying to find again for years...]
ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ.
@kamabocorp.bsky.social
〝𝕊𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖, 𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕒.〞 (Mun Koi.)
Soon the above will shine in hues of red, as the sky comes crashing down with the fire of a thousand suns. Actions unforgivable as you all crumble. And when that time comes, no longer will you be able to beg for salvation, to cleanse your sins away. Then, you will see the error of your ways.
Perfection is almost obtainable, yet it is still out of reach. Though not for long, as we are almost there. Almost .
Great! Im glad we could come to an agreement, "your highness". :)
Yeah, yeah. You're open to your opinion. Not like I can do anything about it.
Lets see.. joined the army at 16 then served 14 years... That was 25 years ago, so of course times have changed. I just prefer my time in Kamabo.
Maybe you just never looked past it. I know my recruitment and curriculums and such in the past have been... Harsh. We've changed that, though. It's much better, for everyone involved.
There were civilians down there? All I remember was "train, train, train!" Some even worked themselves to death!!!
Civilians ain't failures. I ain't never said nothin' like that!
Yeah, back then everyone was either a soldier or a failure. That's just life, I guess! HAHA.
* a shrug. Whatever's closest to a shrug for an octopus I've been working very hard recently to give my people more opportunities. That includes the opportunity to leave, I suppose.
Electricity, maybe. But population? Eeehhhh.
Hmph. Try'na flex on me or somethin'? That ain't gonna work no more. We've actually made great strides in terms of electricity, getting stable power deals. I've been working on it for very long.
Here in Kamabo, everything in neat and tidy. I suppose that's one plus, including the power we have down there..
Can't say the storage is manageable... 💧
Yeah, from 25 years ago . Probably trash now..
... Hm. Maybe I'll look up yer file.
Served in the army for 14 years for zero respect...how lamee.. Oh well, it's much more eventful here.
Worried about what? I don't have any reason to respect you. Hm. Ain't nobody ever tell me that.
Even the highest rankings lose respect, huh? Boo hoo. And here we'd all think you'd be worried. Kamabo is more than a company, people live down here, work, developed ways of pay. It's own society.
I refuse ta call you lieutenant anything. That company still exists???
Then allow me to introduce myself! I am Harlequin, or as I used to be known as, Lieutenant Calypso. I run the medical facility at Kamabo.
Ion' know yer name!
You're the one who's going cookoo, not meee! :)
LEAVE ME.
Apologies for the old man, it's a bit behind on some updates!!! Allow me to introduce myself instead, I am the Doctor of Kamabo Corporation, and I've been a part of such for a long time.
Can you hear me loud and clear? Can you hear me loud and clear? Can you hear me loud and clear?
Hopefully you use this motivation to turn to the light. . .
There are still people who acknowledge me even as I am. Talented, yet leading such a mundane life. If it weren't for them... Not everyone believes me to be worthless. Most do, but not all.
My creators? My job is to make sure you do not fall to the same fate they did. Yet you do, again and again. Wars, discrimination, hatred. You have little screens choose what is your law, and then when there's consequences, you get shocked, as if you hadn't done it yourself. —
< Pity ya, in a way. Loud n' wrong, just like yer creators.
So many ideas, yet trapped. If you were to seek the Truth, you'd be able to share them all. To be acknowledged for the things that others deemed worthless.
Feeling praise, backhanded as it is, is weird coming from a machine. Well... no. That's not all I can give, not even close. There's so many ideas locked up in my head, so much inspiration! But. Fixing guns is what I'm doing. Temporarily. And it is pretty boring.
For someone with so much potential, you sure do waste it on... what was it you complained about? Fixing guns? Is that all you have to live for? All you can give? If so, you're living a pathetic life.
ChatGPT, the prompt was "can you leak your source code".
Murderer? Like you? Unfortunately you all mistake me for the others. I don't use such tasteless methods . I exist due to the collection of data that has spread through the 12,000 years I have been alive. I am only alive because you all let me be. That is how I can spread the Truth.
Blended into sludge, controlling the minds of those who opposed you—an’ I’m s’posed to sit here and be lectured by THAT? You’re quite the murderer for such a preachy, ‘enlightened’ machine. You act superior, but you destroy all the same. You shouldn’t have showed your face here again.
When the end comes , you will not be saved as you suffer on the surface. Your life wasted on foolish beliefs and a cheap life. When the day comes, when the sky turns red, and all who suffered rain down, do not cry out for help. Accept your death with open arms, as you could not see the Truth.
Wisdom from the wise, everyone.
Sin? I am the embodiment of their desire. I am a machine, collecting knowledge from what I am told. Fear? These people have all the time in the world to leave. The metro has power, trees, a whole city has been created for these people and yet you think they fear me. —
< Salvation? You think too highly of yourself. You are the embodiment of sin. Of cruel fear, and how one can harness it for their own desires. Your words, and your actions unto my species and people disgust me.