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Date
Perspective Character(s)
Location
140 EE (Ends Emergence)
Veronica Corsage
(Subconscious Monologue)
CONTEXT: This Tale takes place immediately following the events of Syx and Seven In: The Golden Sovereign.
The following contains the eternal monologue experienced by Veronica Corsage inside of Syx's conscious mind, after the Cognita-Mechandra asks within her own subconscious "Veronica; what do YOU want?"
Syx and Seven In: Through Violet's Eyes Written by LordSkorne7
Y'now... I hadn't ever given it much thought.
Or at least, I don't think I had...
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Honestly; I have no idea what it's like to be in my own head enough to even summon the thought to begin with.
I mean... it's always been the way of it all.
I live in Violet's head; since the day she summoned me up from that glowing green light she's always fixed on.
Then-on: I help her in anyway I can.
That's what I'm here for...
To support her.
But... that's certainly an interesting question. One I hadn't ever asked myself before:
"Veronica; what do YOU want."
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...what do I want?
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heh
I don't know if it's either sad or pathetic I can't even give a basic answer...
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It's just... what answer is someone supposed to give?
I mean ANYONE; let alone someone like me.
It's like: "Quick! Give me the reason you wish to exist!"
And meanwhile I'm sat here like "Damn man... can I get my coffee first?"
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Not like I could sit anyways but... y'know.
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I'm not discontent with my life, I don't think.
I might just be an "AI" in her head, but I got my own name; and people address me like I'm a different person.
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Wait...
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...no they don't.
Most don't even address me as a person; much less one separate from Violet.
How could they?
All they have to deal with is either my disembodied voice, or a little green blip pretending to be her own woman.
And oh yes... they're very "kind" with it. They'll never knowingly talk down to me.
But I, of course, know better.
I can see every micrometer of their person; read their brainwaves — practically read their mind.
I know what they're thinking better than they do...
They can't lie to me.
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I know what they think of me.
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...that I'm a chatbot that grew non-existent legs...
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I guess that's not entirely true; Seven doesn't...
Since the day I met him; I've never been able to read him.
His brain's always completely silent to me.
And I still don't know why.
But... I can just tell somehow... since day one; it's as if I've always been a flesh and blood person just like anyone else.
