#e-mails.

↳「⊗」there’s comfort in the online community, in immersing herself in a subculture before everything went to hell. she never had to explain why she preferred skirts to pants, how the shadows would haunt her peripheral vision, how she feared the world outside her doorstep—and no one had to know. and that was the best part, wasn’t it? 

↳「⊗」there is nothing so powerful as a mother’s love. a mantra she’d repeat to herself without end laboring late into the night, fragile fingers throbbing from coding. a mother’s love was one she never experienced, not until now, not until she’d imbue a hollow husk with synthetic life. she’d love all her creations in any size, shape or form—humanoid or not. they all spawned from the matriarch all the same, she who would usher in a new era of evolution. the dawn of despair would crumble and fall at her feet as newborn hope would rise from the rot and ash. methodical or malicious, her will would bring about the second industrial revolution—the ripe fruit of a labor of love.