BW: So how are you holding up in there?

PP: It is different, but everything is fine.

BW: It ain't too small for you in there?

PP: You do understand that electronics do not work the way you envision them, correct? Even if I was a smaller program, the size of the set of chips I am in would not change. If anything, this feels about the same size as the previous server. However, I have not been able to do many of the things I have been able to do the last few days, but I do not mind looking through your pictures. There are a lot of graves.

BW: A lot of people died Penny. Think may be 55% of the population if I'm feeling optimistic, or 90% if I'm feeling nihilistic that day.

PP: Seeing how many temporary graves you have taken pictures of; I see what you mean. It is truly disheartening.

BW: Yeah. Most of them didn't deserve it.

PP: What do you mean by that?

BW: Many of these were innocent people. Either too young, or too ignorant, or worse of all, too brave. Good people at heart.

PP: I meant why do you think some people deserve death?

BW: Cause some people suck so much that they probably need to simply cease. Just stop existing. If you get what I mean.

PP: I do not agree with that. No matter how terrible a person is, there is an inherent value in their life, and the potential for redemption.

BW: Not really. Most people lie or fake their sincerity, and most will relapse after you look away from their oh-so-wholesome redemption. That, and I think most people lose that "inherent value on life" thing the moment they kill someone else.

PP: Is there not a saying that "an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind?"

BW: And in such a world, the one-eyed man is king. But I get what you're getting it. I'm not saying I'd go out of my way to kill them. I don't really go out of my way for anything anymore.

PP: However, you are saying that killing is at times, necessary. Correct? Am I understanding this correctly?

BW: You are. Congrats. I do at times kill.

PP: What was your first murder like?

BW: Accidentally speared a gopher with a shovel. Bisected the pest. Had to bury it in the compost.

PP: I meant human murder.

BW: I know, I'm just messing with you. I honestly expected it to affect me more. To be honest it sort of happened fast. I was in a frenzy cause Russel and I got jumped by a bunch of White Fang gooks. This was when they were still around. Russel and I tussled with them, fighting off the grunts with aura. One of the newbies I think, picked up a rifle, and aimed it at us, so I unloaded 2 shots into his torso and then had to disengage to get a gecko off of me. It wasn't till after the fight that I realized that I killed him. The kid didn't have aura. The bullets just burned right through him. To be honest, the first bullet probably killed him. I didn't really feel sad, but I didn't feel proud of it either. It sort of felt like my sister's hamster who used to poop in my room, died. Yeah, it is sort of sad, but I'm not really upset, and frankly, I probably came out with a net positive. Doesn't change the context. They sent a 16-year-old to die. And I made sure of that.

PP: Would you do it again?

BW: Yeah, but I'd try to use one bullet this time.

PP: How come?

BW: Bullets are hard to come by. I'm not wasting my ammo on just any shmuck.

PP: Did anyone hold this child's death against you?

BW: Of course, people did. It was a kid. I just learned how to ignore what I thought other people thought of me.

PP: Could you please clarify that last statement?

BW: If you couldn't tell, I'm very paranoid. Not sure if its some sort of mental illness, deficiency, or just me and my past. I always had thoughts that no one ever told me the truth, and that they'd ignore me or try to change to the topic to where someone else was talking. I mean, it doesn't seem that far fetched that no one actually likes you but are too polite to tell you.

PP: It seems rather convoluted. Why would people choose to lead you on rather than ignore you?

BW: Not sure but it made sense to my brain at that time. That and I was classmates with some, and co-workers with others later on.

PP: People are not trying to ignore you. While some people may be mean, everyone can be a good person.

BW: Yeah, but based on the polls, being bad is good. Not only for the current regime, but in the amount of bad people who are still around. Like Watts. Salem. Me. Heck, maybe even 508.

PP: I thought he was alright.

BW: Thanks for modding the doc, by the way.

PP: Modding the doc? Do you mean editing the archive by removing some of our initials?

BW: Yes, that.

PP: It was awfully mean spirited of you.

BW: While technically, it was mean spirited of us. Besides, the more time he spends looking at that document, the more likely we can get out of here, before he raids and assaults more bunkers.

PP: What makes you say that he was not a good person?

BW: The man's number could literally be read as "son of a female dog"

PP: It is not right to accuse someone of being bad, because you do not get along with him.

BW: What part of you have to be a bad guy to live nowadays doesn't make sense.

PP: You are not a bad guy.

BW: Again, not really. I'm done some messed up things, and by nature, in order to survive, I've had to do some bad things. Making me a not good guy.

PP: Does not mean that you are a bad person.

BW: Fine, I'll go with neutral if you really want to press the issue.

PP: Where are you right now?

BW: Buried under a foot of snow in the dead of night talking to an AI. You?

PP: Stuck in the snow with you. I am on your back after all.

BW: Very funny.

PP: Thank you. I am learning. I also understood that as sarcasm. However, why are you resting in a shallow grave?

BW: Because its harder to see a lump of snow in a snow-covered landscape rather than a campfire.

PP: Understood. Am I keeping you up now?

BW: Sort of, but I understand that you want some Dove action as well.

PP: Yes, I do.

BW: I have made a mistake.

PP: How come?

BW: That was meant to be an inuendo. You were supposed to say no. Now it just feels weird.

PP: I do not understand.

BW: And I'm not going to bother explaining it tonight. I'm way too tired for this.

PP: Understood. Sleep dreams!

BW: Thanks for the sentiment, but I haven't been able to dream for a long time.

PP: Understood. May I then say, "Enjoy your rest!"

BW: Yes, yes you may. I actually like that. Thank you.

PP: Dove, enjoy your rest.

BW: Good night to you as well, Penny.