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The Limits of Artificial...The Limits of Artificial IntelligenceThe Limits of Artificial... by SoraxTron
A free system: Thats what the security program desired, and thats what he got. No longer were the corrupt, virus-like programs exterminating the vital resources of the computer for their own benefit. Ansems computer was back to normal, and Tron had taken it upon himself to prevent any horrible mishap such as the creation of the MCP from ever happening again. The Hollow Bastionno, Radiant Garden database was now secured.
Only one problem remained, however. The motherboard of Space Paranoids was almost desolate. Most of the fundamental programs had been de-rezzed while under the MCPs rule, and the computer had to function on basic resources. Since Tron now essentially had control of the data, he found it difficult to perform even the most simplistic functions, as he had hardly any aid. Life was not entirely as easy as it once was.
Tron constantly found himself having a strange yet uncomfortable sensation in his ch
Welcome to my worldI used to wonder why the world was round,Welcome to my world by RiONX
but now it's flat and no one cares, I guess,
And all that wonder has left me empty,
so this one silent scream is the last sound,
the last sound I'll hear, This gigantic mess,
leaving me lost, forgotten, and dusty.
Caught up in catacombs of deranged minds,
Tangled in the cobwebs of mine own empty life,
The sounds that leave me hoarse, my deaf pleas,
Bring me weakened to my knees, Lonesome myself I find,
All the useless anguish, has taught me naught but strife,
I'm confused, unable to play nice. Scratching my head, riddled with fleas.
i start to wonder why i am myself,
wherever i went wrong that put me in this place,
but i guess i'm just going to have to move on,
i can't just keep expecting anyone else to help,
i look into the mirror past my eyes and face,
i wonder why i'm here and why i'm not gone,
Maybe, those ancient scribes were right, Perhaps,
It seems, I don't exist and never did,
and all my suffering is f
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