the seventeenth - [voice post/private/hackable]
...too long since I've done this properly. But then again, I suppose I've been busy.
[faint meowing in the background]
Shh, Laserboy. This will only take a few minutes.
[another meow, and the sound of someone sighing and reaching to pick up the cat]
Oof. There we are. Are you going to be quiet now?
...good.
[a long pause]
How did I get here? Living in someone's house, three hundred years in the past. Looking after her pets. Waiting for her mother to come home from work.
...waiting for her to come home. Maybe I... maybe I should go and see her.
[another long silence]
It is so easy to lose myself to hysteria. But I must remind myself that doing so is no better than what was happening before. That I must examine my thoughts and feelings and bear the weight of them in full. Crying and screaming won't help anyone. It won't turn back time.
Is this what it really means, being human? That everything hurts? That you become so weak?
... and since when was I a lonely child, whispering my fears to an uncaring digital void?
[a choked sound that turns into a bitter laugh]
No, the question is, was I ever anything different?
Come on, Laserboy. I can't be bothered with this. Let's go find you some dinner.
[END RECORDING]