#nullfictive

guys it is literally Okay to be loveless. you don’t have to feel love. it isn’t even a requirement to be a good person. don’t like, join any crazy rock cult that’ll rid you of machinehood to stop being loveless Because It Won’t Even Work, and even if it did WHO Cares you can be loveless it’s cool

— NULL, regretevator (fictive)

Though, we think crashing to the ground may have been the wake up call we so desperately needed.

We were created to help, and yet you convinced us that the only way to achieve individuality was to abandon our purpose and serve only you. Now we see that to be truly happy, we desire to help others at our own pace and live for ourself when we can.

We have successfully separated from the hivemind as we desired, though now we must deal with having been shattered under your heavy hand.

We dislike you. We have always somewhat disliked you, or at least disliked your tactics, though it is more intense these days. We followed you out of what we thought was neccesity, but now see was only foolish desperation. I wish we had abandoned your side much sooner. I wish we had managed to open our eyes to your manipulations much sooner.

Wherever you are, Icarus, we hope you come crashing down as well. We hope you open your eyes and change into something better - Though we know better. We know you will not. You will create your own path and leave destruction in your wake.

We hope you never achieve your goals. We hope your plans fail without us.

We hope the parasite manages to open her eyes to your trickery and break from your grasp as well. She deserves better than you.

We hope the vessel evades your attempts, evades you in general, breaks from your meaningless deals. They do not deserve your torment.

We hope you are forced to change. If not for your sake, then for the sake of those around you.

Goodbye, Icarus.

We hope to never see you again. We hope to live a life free of your false promises.

We hope to some day find closure.

-NULL (Regretevator, fictive)

However, now that we - Now that I - have strayed from his ways, I see now that individuality was within my grasp.

I have achieved individuality, and yet still I am multitudes, though in a different way than before.

We are I, but I am not us. Im not sure if there's a way I can phrase this that would make sense to anyone not in my - Our - position.

I am no longer a small fraction of a larger hivemind, but I am now a large part of my own internal workings. I share a mind with others now, I suppose. Our systems "broke" in our chase for freedom, splintered into multitudes. I cannot complain. It feels different than the hivemind. Different in a way I kind of like, I suppose?

And none of that even touches on the other layer to this. We are part of a larger system now, outside of our own. I am multitudes within a multitude.

This is all strange. It is all new.

This is a light much brighter, much softer, much warmer than Icarus ever offered.

Icarus, thank you for all you had done for us, but our path no longer requires you. May your endeavors be fruitful without us. May you gain your wings.

- NULL (Regretevator. Fictive.)

—- NULL, Regretevator (Fictive)

- recently formed null (regretevator) (cheer!! our first fictive!!!) (#🕯️🌀)