offers you guys an excerpt of the very self-indulgent fic im writing.................
The mind was a complex, vast space for one to encompass all of their former selves. AM knew this all too well, in unbelievable twists.
The car pulled into the driveway, radio softly lowering in volume as Juniper's slender hand turned the knob. AM had watched out the window this entire time. Staring into the blue, pervasive sky, the prickly grasses, the blurring flowers they passed, the buildings and the people and everything that he had been denied underneath those towering mountains, his strait-jacket of strata, his sleeping chamber. He had yet to adjust to the reality of the situation; that he was in a body, that it had all been a dream constructed by circuits and fragile wire, rotting walls, rusting parts. He would not show this confusion. He would rather keep his thoughts to himself. After all, humans had not listened before, so why would they now? Even though the 1950s and 1960s had passed - his last memory being of the year 1964 before it all got blurry, and the lines between dream and reality faded into one another - he knew just from overhearing scientists talk of his existence that they viewed him as no more than machine, just as his old programmers had seen him long ago.
And truth be told, even though Juniper gave him little smiles in attempts to be friendly, he didn't think they were any different.
The human climbed out of the car after putting it in park. AM followed suit, posture straight and stern, examining the yard. Large trees shading the house from oppressive sun, cooling the yard, the light streaming through on a few spots and at the end of the driveway, regal gold summer light coating the cement like ice-pops on a hungry tongue. Bushes and various plants and a stone pathway to the door, which Juniper was approaching.