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[trap_phantasm]

To be brought into the world with no clear purpose... they take such things for granted.

[She doesn't laugh- only sighs, soft and slow, sounding defeated.]

To provide more space for it to fill.

[No need to elaborate on 'it'. Even if it wasn't corrently present- even with the shackles gone- the damage had already been done.]

[trap_factory]

Heh. No one thinks about what they have; why would they need to? It's already theirs.

... [he turns his head into Pandora's shoulder and hums... Something? Agreement? Disappointment? Maybe it was meant to be everything]

All those years... All to be some AAA meal for it. [a pause] Why are we even here?

[this wasn't a dream. It wasn't even a nightmare]

[trap_phantasm]

[Her head tilts slightly, in tune with his- it'd seem affectionate if it weren't so sad.

Somewhere, in what's left in her heart, it feels a little comforting, but not by much.]

...Are we being punished?

[trap_factory]

After everything we've done? It's probably what we deserve.

[... in bitter amusement;] Though I suppose there's something to be said about creativity. Turning us human? What a scam.

[trap_phantasm]

...We would have been too satisfied... with a more poetic punishment.

One leaves us more hollow than before... that's truly torturous.

[Free of that man, free of megamerge, free for the first time in their lives to possibly experience something truly positive in it, but too far gone, seen to much, done too much for any of it to matter...]

[trap_factory]

Can't even be allowed to die on our terms... Blasted Model A. No wonder they were thrown out.

[he moves back, off of Pandora, to lean back on his hands to stare up at nothing in particular]

... It just leaves us to spin in circles. Does it expect us to seek atonement?

I would think we're too far gone for that.

[trap_phantasm]

...It's likely there's a catch.

[With that closeness gone, Pandora draws her knees up to her chest, looking blankly ahead.]

There must be.

[trap_factory]

... There always is. There's always a catch.

[there's a heavy sigh as he talks] Let's just hope it doesn't take another few centuries before it decides to spring it on us. I think my patience is almost completely worn out.

[trap_phantasm]

...Do you suppose these bodies will hold out until then?

[She knows better than to start hoping. It's too easy of an out.]

[trap_factory]

Depends on how human we stay. [a bitter laugh] But either way, something else will probably make that decision for us.

And as much as I hate to say it, that's not really our style.

[they just wanted to die on their terms. Was that really so hard?]

[trap_phantasm]

[When was the last time they got anything that they wanted?]

...What's the plan, then...?