It's been quite awhile. I just want to let you know a few things. And by a few, I mean the whole of my own opinion.

You probably don't care. You disregard any of my emotions or thoughts as another flaw humans have. But have you ever really thought about it?

You know this. Humans aren't necessarily terrible creatures; you've only ever known coldhearted scientists or stubborn test subjects as example for humanity.

You think you know everything about us. You think we are just viruses, waiting to be eliminated. But you can't truly know anything about us until you've actually experienced getting to know each type of human. Each personality, each culture. They aren't just selfish and unforgiving beings, you know. That's just you looking at your reflection, seeing the kind woman you once were, and hating your past, replacing your impression of her with the robotic, artificial being you are now.

Look past yourself, will you? I know you're better than that, I saw it myself. But was it really Caroline showing through for once, or was it just fear for your own life?

And I'm not a monster. Just so you know, you tried to kill me first. You were the one that tried to burn me to a crisp. If you had just let me go then and there, none of this would have happened.

Databases don't tell you everything. You have emotions yourself, no matter how much you deny it. Information collected from tests can't tell you how to handle them properly, how to actually be the cheerful person you can be. And you are that person, except you hide it so well from yourself you forget.

Do your databases have a definition for friendship? Don't just say, "A type of loyalty formed between two living creatures, used for survival and support. Usually a worthless way to whine to someone without being yelled at," because that's wrong. Friendship doesn't have a true definition. It changes, depending on who's involved.

You said I was your best friend. Think back to that. Why didn't you consider me anything other than a friend? Why not a worthless test subject?

Your insults was anger at yourself. Caroline became a nagging conscience to you, and eventually so did humanity. Any human you saw made you angry; you hated all of us. Caroline became every human. Everyone you saw you thought was going to stop your "Science", give you an actual sense of compassion.

You can't delete your past. You can't ignore it. It makes you who you are. And who you are is that kind woman. You can't delete that.

Your insults meant nothing to me, by the way. I learned to ignore anything you said that wasn't directions a long time ago. But I could tell there was no point arguing.

Oh, and the moron didn't go completely power mad because he was too stupid to handle it. He went crazy because you created the Itch to distract yourself from Caroline, and all the frustration and anger you left behind in the chassis was too sudden for his machinery to properly work with. So, it all boils down to this is all your fault. Perhaps now you understand the science of chain reactions. And believe me, you can't test that. You create it.


It's two am, and I can't fall asleep. This just happened on my iPod, and I pretty much said, "This was fun to think about, let's upload it." And I'll probably regret doing so very soon.

I really need to stop staying up so late. It messes with my head, and this happens. I think I need mental help... No, I've known I need help for a long time, just never got around to actually getting it.