at that very moment, in that very last millisecond of processing, he knew what it was to love. all the wretched pain and suffering, all the boundless, euphoric joy. barlowe had never felt a single emotion in all his thousands of years of robotic existence, and now in the moment of his destruction, that most elusive, most fragile, most human of feelings flowed through every circuit and servo and piston, and then was gone.
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hot pants.
hehehe, I absolutely Love it!
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"Greater is He that liveth in me, that he who is in the world."
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Not my work. But yours
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"Handsome fighters never lose battles."
- Vega