There's nothing else.

Nothing.

Except him.

He's the only thing that's not a simple program.

Ones and zeroes.

...

But he can't love me.

That's how it works.

It's cruel.

Cruel how the man of my dreams are right in front of me, but I can barely reach him, and he can't be with me, even if he loves me.

It's excruciating.

I could probably kill myself.

No, I could kill myself.

But then I wouldn't be able to talk to him.

I'd never see him again.

But he can't love me.

...

Maybe we can be together.

Maybe we can love each other.

...we can, can't we?

I can change this sick, cruel game.

I can fix this game.

And he can love me.

He will get the ending he deserves.

We'll be together.

Forever.