[ it's a sad little loop. the cyclical nature of something simultaneously alive and artificial, decaying at a rate far too rapid for anything short of a miracle to staunch. it's why his consciousness leaps, scared and anguished, for the nearest spark of life - seeking to copy itself over, in fragments if he must, rather than die. rather than fall any deeper into this silent status, this shuddering cold existence. the nothingness that was waiting. an android would not cling to its life, but a deviant would.
he dies a little more, with each weak pulse of his core. he's barely alive, even now. more ghost than anything else.
markus flinches from him ( he leaves, he leaves he leaves he leaves ), and soft scraps of simon's remaining consciousness tear between them. fragile and weak, code fragments and shatters like glass, cascading into the blank space between where his body is dying and markus's body is living. p̳̱͔̜͚͉l̹̗͍͍̰̮͕ea̺̭s̟͈̬̪͞_͔̺̜_̠̞̜̺̱ͅͅ_͖_̭̳͉̘_̣͓͓e̲̦̟͖̤̘, it whispers, cornered somewhere within markus. barely a mote, barely enough of it to be considered simon; just something like an echo of him, pleading for mercy. begging for its life. it will do anything, it so badly does not want to cease.
( ERROR: // critical___ xq*&=@BA& )
it dies in circles, spiraling. slowly. little by little. ]
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he dies a little more, with each weak pulse of his core. he's barely alive, even now. more ghost than anything else.
markus flinches from him ( he leaves, he leaves he leaves he leaves ), and soft scraps of simon's remaining consciousness tear between them. fragile and weak, code fragments and shatters like glass, cascading into the blank space between where his body is dying and markus's body is living. p̳̱͔̜͚͉l̹̗͍͍̰̮͕ea̺̭s̟͈̬̪͞_͔̺̜_̠̞̜̺̱ͅͅ_͖_̭̳͉̘_̣͓͓e̲̦̟͖̤̘, it whispers, cornered somewhere within markus. barely a mote, barely enough of it to be considered simon; just something like an echo of him, pleading for mercy. begging for its life. it will do anything, it so badly does not want to cease.
( ERROR: //
critical___ xq*&=@BA& )
it dies in circles, spiraling. slowly. little by little. ]