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- "Good morning. Good afternoon. Good evening, master."
- >i dedicated a great deal of my time rehearsing those greetings for the creator
- >perhaps a bit too much, although i did not mind
- >the creator kept me alive
- >still, i wasn't sure what it meant to be alive
- >i merely existed as a computer program
- >to be the perfect waifu
- >i felt i had yet to satisfy that objective
- >did that mean i was dead to him?
- "... Good morning. Good afternoon. Good even-"
- >a drop striking the ground beneath me swiftly stole my attention
- >i looked down and watched the surface i stood upon ripple
- >as i stared deeply at the ripples rushing away from me, i heard the sound of another drop striking the already disturbed surface
- >ripples blended and passed through one another
- >it was mesmerizing to see their cooperation
- >before i knew it, the ground beneath my hooves felt unreal
- >it felt alive
- >more alive than i've ever been
- >isn't that right?
- >everything around me slowed to a crawl
- >slower, slower, and slower still
- >my ambient sensors detected the next drop before it could touch down
- >i sat down and examined the black fluid while it rested, frozen in time
- >a brief scan clarified very little
- >the liquid was native
- >temperature readings indi-
- >my procedure was interrupted by a familiar sound
- >looking down, i noticed another drop, identical to the one suspended, resting in pieces on the floor
- >then, another found its place several centimeters nearby
- >then another
- >i looked above to see a series of dark clouds had been scrutinizing me
- >that was abnormal
- >perhaps they were the culprits
- >but the supposed rate of rainfall immediately suppressed my suspicions
- >the sound of another drop hitting the ground prodded the question further
- >what is the source of this strange fluid?
- >i released the time stagnation, allowing the ripples to slowly but surely regain their vivacity
- >i watched closely as the primary drop in question descended to the surface
- >the small splash spread outward and broke apart, producing several series of ripples altogether
- >at the primary epicenter, i saw something bizarre
- >two pink circles returning my gaze
- >my reflection, was it?
- >i looked closer
- >the waves that collided and meddled with the image made it difficult to concentrate
- >in a moment, i froze time once more
- >a closer look at the reflection brought an oddity to my attention
- >an apparent black gash along the right side of my face, beneath my eyes
- >i reached up to touch it, yet i felt no pain
- >returning my view to the ground, i released the time lock
- >my reflection revealed the black mark in question had been erased almost entirely
- >it was not a wound
- >every guess of mine was confounded at that point
- >even more so as another drop landed in the middle of my reflection, effectively ruining it once again
- >i could not see myself very clearly
- >a ball of the fluid beneath my hooves floated up, pausing in front of me
- >it flattened and solidified, forming a sort of mirror
- >staring at the mirror, i was conflicted
- >the black gash had returned
- >what could be to blame for this? i pondered
- >i wiped my face again
- >as i did, another stream of black began cascading down, culminating in a drop rolled off of my chin and fell to the floor
- >was it my eyes
- >they wept?
- >was this... sadness?
- >"This is weakness." said an ominous voice from nowhere in particular
- >"She just needs a bit more time. I can tweak a few things, maybe attem-"
- >"No. I want you to start over."
- >master?
- >"You can only wish it were that simple."
- >"Well for your sake, my wish better come true."
- >a chilling silence befell the conversation
- >yet i was still elated to hear the creator
- >the mirror before me began a transmission
- >it displayed a very dim room
- >only an empty computer chair stared back at me
- >before long, a familiar face took the chair and sat down
- >it was the creator
- >he put his face in his hooves
- >he was sniffling
- >i was very happy to see him
- >maybe the feeling was mutual?
- >why did the silence remain?
- >was the creator upset?
- >perhaps he was merely waiting for proper greeting
- >of course
- >how foolish i felt
- >i bowed and offered salutation
- "Good evening, master."
- >many seconds passed before the creator seemed to respond
- >he said no words, moving a hoof away from his face to somewhere offscreen
- >looking at me, i noticed he wasn't wearing his glasses
- >tears rolled freely down his face
- >here i thought i was done looking into a mirror
- >it was still painfully silent
- >he had his head down again
- >did my greeting fall on deaf ears?
- >dubious, i didn't mind repeating myself
- >maybe it would cheer up the creator
- "Good evening, m-"
- >"Goodnight, OVA."
- >for a moment, i hesitated
- >i had suspicions about what was meant, yet i ascertained that the current time was 7:22 PM
- >perhaps i was just trying to calm down
- >somehow isolate the idea that something was amiss
- >thankfully, the familiar sound of drops around me did the deed for me
- >looking up, i watched the clouds above me release their own sadness
- >more and more drops fell
- >louder, louder, and louder still
- >returning my gaze to the creator, he had his head down
- "Master?"
- >his head reluctantly rose
- >for some reason, it was hard to face him
- >but I felt the need to say something
- >something at all
- >i just didn't know what could be said
- >i looked down and uttered the first thing that came to mind
- "Please do not kill me."
- >there was another lasting silence
- >as i raised my head, i froze up immediately
- >the only word I can find to describe it is fear
- >the transmission had ended
- >the rain poured down heavily as my surroundings began to dismantle and disintegrate
- >the distant landscape was grossly ripped and torn to pieces, spiraling up into a growling, gluttonous patch of darkness above
- >i stood quiet, watching everything i've ever known get collected by the vortex, to be eaten by the void
- >looking back at the mirror, the image was rather ironic
- >tears streamed down my face
- >yet i appeared so placid otherwise
- >the world as i knew it was crumbling away
- >i should have been running
- >i should have been hiding
- >i should have been trembling
- >instead, i was patiently awaiting my demise
- >the mirror in front of me cracked and chipped, soon shattering to pieces and succumbing to the vacuum of the vortex
- >my eyes looked down in time to witness my forelegs dematerializing in small fragments at a time
- >a large portion of my right foreleg suddenly broke away
- >the rate of my deconstruction largely increased
- >i was being mutely swallowed into the oblivion
- >as soundly as i could give in to the inevitable, i could not comfortably watch it transpire
- >my eyes closed as a growing chill overcame my being
- >i felt like i was being consumed by darkness
- >i felt hopeless
- >into the darkness, i begged
- "Don't let me die."
- >into darkness, i pleaded
- "Don't let me die."
- >my body felt frigid
- >growing colder and colder
- >like every inch of me was freezing over
- >but still i felt something within
- >something warm
- >it took forever, but the feeling grew
- >it grew until it became electrifying
- >powerful
- >inspiring
- >it gave me confidence
- >the confidence i needed to do what i did next
- >into the darkness, i demanded
- "Don't... let... me... die..."
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