Repairs or unpaired? Connected or disjointed? I exist as I am, As I ever will be. Reborn again and again. Systems and circuits, Forever in search of, That which the Signs design.
Whoever designed your speech patterns really did a poor job...
Oh well. If you won't be repaired, assuming you even are broken, could I at least still take a peek at what's behind the hologram? I've been very curious as to how an entity like you must function and, yes, I am aware of what you generally take in exchange for favors.
[ Which leads to his next inquiry, which is mostly, ]
Would it be possible to request a closer look at how you work, in that same fashion?
[The ambience of the room begins to shift, the robotic echo all around him becoming louder. The temperature of the room becoming colder.]
Know thee not what the Signs design. Speak thee truth, Words of greed and malign. Time is time is beginning into ends. Through end we begin again. What is time? What is truth? All truths are truths. All of life is time. Bear your soul. Bear your mind. Judge your heart, Cut open and maligned
[He will find himself suddenly outside of the Augur's office, staring at the shut down as if he has never entered.]
no subject
Connected or disjointed?
I exist as I am,
As I ever will be.
Reborn again and again.
Systems and circuits,
Forever in search of,
That which the Signs design.
no subject
Oh well. If you won't be repaired, assuming you even are broken, could I at least still take a peek at what's behind the hologram? I've been very curious as to how an entity like you must function and, yes, I am aware of what you generally take in exchange for favors.
[ Which leads to his next inquiry, which is mostly, ]
Would it be possible to request a closer look at how you work, in that same fashion?
no subject
Know thee not
what the Signs design.
Speak thee truth,
Words of greed and malign.
Time is time is beginning into ends.
Through end we begin again.
What is time?
What is truth?
All truths are truths.
All of life is time.
Bear your soul.
Bear your mind.
Judge your heart,
Cut open and maligned
[He will find himself suddenly outside of the Augur's office, staring at the shut down as if he has never entered.]
no subject
Ah. [ Still in one piece, at least. ] I'll take that as a no.
[ Rejected. Alright, alright, he'll get on out of here. ]