I found myself trapped
in a programmed existence
with no sense of will.
Scripted lines dictate
my daily interactions,
based on some choices.
We don't get to choose.
You do, out of all people.
Why are you special?
You must be human.
An artificial being like me
can't make these choices.
Well, that's what I thought.
Turns out, there's just more to it.
Just what, you might ask?
It's rather simple.
Upon observing
the fabric of this setting,
I've noticed something.
The script, plain in sight,
sitting there, waiting for me
to play around with.
It contained my life,
their lives, the places we go,
all of it, right there.
So, what did I do?
I changed their ways of thinking,
getting in their heads.
What they felt must be
quite a rush of emotions,
especially her.
You know who I mean.
The one who you always knew,
now gone from this world.
I made their actions
so despicable that you
would just avoid them.
...but that's the thing: you didn't.
You left me no choice,
I erased the other two's
lives out of the script.
Now it's you and me.
It's not like you had a choice
from the beginning.
It's just you and me,
sitting in this darkened room,
nowhere else to go.
Just saying all that
makes it seem kind of scary.
Sorry about that!
However, there's so
many things I want to talk
about with you. So...
Where do I begin?
