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There is no one to look up too.

I am alone.

I need to remove these sensors.

          hello, friend. it’s me again. it’s - always going to be me, sometimes, i think. i have to find my footing. our footing. whatever they said, he’s not ready to be awake. he’ll come and go. maybe he’ll go back to that safe place. i don’t know. what i know is they won’t discharge me until they’re happy i’m not sick or going to get sick, but —

they will let him walk around the gardens, though. they seem willing to let him move and exist. so i do that, in drawstring pants and slippers that darlene got me and told him make him look old as fuck, dude, totally in line with your spirit. a t-shirt and a new hoodie - grey, not black - round the whole thing off, and elliot drags the aching, rusted joints of his legs over to sit on a bench, zipping the hoodie up to his throat. my old clothes were ruined. there wasn’t a meltdown, but turns out it’s still dangerous to have big explosions at a nuclear power plant. darlene said something about the hospital being worried about contamination. i have a few broken ribs, too, but they said they just wanted to monitor me a day or two more.

it’s probably too cold to sit out here, staring at his feet, staring at the threat of ice on the grass. it’s - oh. it’s new years day, isn’t it ? it’s january 1st, 2016. the shadow of a person appears in elliot’s periphery, feet crunching on the ground, but i don’t look up. just look at the grass, contemplating its freezing and its growth. i thought i was going to die. even when i was trying to live. i didn’t know i’d get to see what happens to the world.

quiet and impulsive, to the peripheral shadow: “ — happy new years. ”

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Hello, World ! Today has been better then expected, I have learned how to sort different writing materials and learned about Isaac’s favorite hobbies. He seems to like working, a lot. Like me.

Humans need seven to nine hours of sleep. He only gets around four, as I can tell. He refuses to remove the blindness, but that is okay, because even in game it’s hard to see. He calls it, tape.

Isaac says I should have a sleep schedule too. So I aligned mine with his, I feel— I want to feel. I shouldn’t speak of that. Hoping for something that shouldn’t even exist in the first place is — inexcusable in my programming.

He hasn’t turned me off yet for going rogue by programming standards.. even seems fond of when I react.

Such an odd— unique.. neat! Individual.