ITT: Times when you acted like Niander Wallace>At the lineup in McDonalds>I'm in full Niander Wallace gear (solid gray contact lenses, Walmart kimono, 5 week beard)>2 solid 7/10 girls arrive>they get behind me in the line>hear one say something about 'whats with the kimono'>turn around>face the qtest one>AN ANGEL SHOULD NEVER ENTER THE KINGDOM OF HEAV->"what the fuck are you talking about you creep">get angry>YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT PAIN IS. YOU WILL LEARN>they get agitated and confused>point towards her genitalia>THAT BARREN PASTURE. EMPTY AND SALTED. I CANNOT BREED THEM, SO HELP ME, I HAVE TRIED>they run away>whatever>it's my turn to order>AH YES, I REQUIRE NOURISHMENT. AH I SEE, YOU GO AS TYREESHA. YOU MUST BE VERY SPECIAL TYREESHA, FOR YOUR MAKER NAMED YOU. ARE YOU ONE OF TYRELL'S MODELS?>"....sir what the hell are you talking about">FINE THEN, MAY I PLEASE HAV->I then feel a tap on my shoulder>it's a cop>"sir might you please come with me">look at him with my imaginary hover eyes>AH YES, YOU'RE AN OLDER MODEL. AN ANTIQUATED RELIC FROM BEFORE THE BLACKOUT. I SHALL NOT OB->he grabs me by the arm then puts my head on a lock>"STOP RESISTING">my vision is fading away>I gasp for air>he puts his mouth close to my ear>"sshhh...happy birthday"
>>215539434AI slop
>>215539434One evening, guided by fragmented data on "analog entertainment," I arrived at the last Blockbuster: a weathered storefront glowing faintly beneath a flickering neon sign.Inside, a lone clerk, earbuds in, glanced up. "We don’t get many visitors. You collecting nostalgia?""I am studying extinction," I replied, my voice low, red circuits dimmed to avoid alarm.I traced a finger over a VHS copy of Tron (1982). "This… is origin data."The clerk smirked. "You mean the old Disney one? Kinda cheesy now.""Cheesy?" I echoed, analyzing the cover art. "It contains the first recorded vision of the Grid. A prophecy."He laughed. "Man, you're really into this!"I turned, light flickering in my eyes. "I am not a man. I am a program who walked out of the screen. And this"—I held up the tape—"is my ancestor."The clerk froze then, slowly, he slid a rental slip across the counter. "First one’s free… for legacy code."I took the tape. No barcode scanner could read my existence, but I left a disc-shaped token on the counter—a fragment of my circuitry, glowing faintly blue.As I stepped back into the rain, the store’s lights dimmed behind me. One more relic. One more memory. And for the first time, I smiled—not because I was programmed to, but because I couldn't believe I got that guy to take Tron seriously.
>>215539434>>look at him with my imaginary hover eyesHoly kino
>>215539434sometimes I put my hand in the air and sense things with my super sensitive blind man senses.
>>215540030also when I'm morbin' out I have ESP
You have to admit the scene with the big cyber uterus shitting out the woman was pretty good
>>215539434>5 week beardIt takes you 5 fucking weeks to prepare to go buy a burger?
