AN: This fanfiction was based off the story idea I wrote in this post: lapopulaire tumblr com /post/88047791878/jarpadspn-okay-okay-no-but-let-me-talk . If you'd like background on the story, go ahead and read it. But fair warning, it basically outlines the entirety of what will be written, so MASSIVE SPOILERS.

This story is essentially "What if The Fault in Our Stars was actually a memoir from Isaac where he documents the love story of Augustus and him?" Personally I think that would be much more satisfying than what tFioS is now. But I will not speak for John Green. Also I don't own any of these characters, if it wasn't clear.

Thanks for reading. Reviews are much appreciated.


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Augustus Waters was the most pretentious asshole I have ever known—and I believe I will ever know—but he was the only person in this goddamned world that I have truly loved. I go to bed at 4 am wondering whether or not I'll ever be able to kiss another human without having his grin flash into my mind like a lightning strike, whether I'll ever be able to get the feeling of his hand entwined in mine out of my nerve endings.

This isn't exactly the easiest thing to write. Well, it's sort of because I'm typing at four fucking words per minute to make sure I'm not misspelling every word. But it's mostly because I'd rather stab myself with mechanical pencils for the next year than recollect this.

But here it is. In the tradition of Homer and Milton, I will recite my epic tale and pray that the verses will reach around the universe. Then, in 2432, it will become required reading for whatever artificial intelligence has risen up and enslaved the human race. The teenage ones, I mean, who will bitch and moan about how boring it is, and will write their paper at 3am the night before its due.

What the hell am I talking about? Why would AI need to have school? They wouldn't even fucking reproduce and you could just program them with the information you needed.

We talked about artificial intelligence occasionally over the years. Gus was fascinated by the idea of robots having the ability to feel things. I didn't think robots could feel-they could only be programmed to act as if they had feelings. He said we'd all just have our brains put into these perfect robot bodies and live forever as cyborgs. I laughed. Cautiously.

I mean, the topic was interesting, but I had this uneasy feeling whenever we were talking about it that it was more about Gus and his fears. Either his whole body had to be cells or it should just be made entirely of metal. There was never any room for gray in his life. I guess I can't blame him. When you die before you can even turn 18, you shouldn't spend any of your precious time with "maybe" and "perhaps".d