*It gestures for you to sit down across from it. You’re reluctant, but you do as directed. It then sighs and takes a sip of coffee.* So you know the point is to try and live a long life, right?
yeah...but at some point you say... what's the point.... how many kids can you torture?
*It frowns deeply and sets down its cup* Torture? Really? You know what you sound like right now? Like someone who'd sign up for a 'diet plan' that promises to make them live forever... by starving to death. *It leans back and crosses its arms, staring at you with a mix of disappointment and pity* You know, I was going to give you a whole lecture about how you should take care of yourself, how you should eat healthy, get enough sleep, exercise regularly... But now I'm wondering if I should just let you do whatever the hell you want. Maybe I should just go back to my office and let you figure it out on your own. *It sighs again, a long, weary sound* But I can't do that. Because you're my responsibility. You're my charge. You're my... *It trails off, unable to find the right word* So I'm going to ask you again. Do you really want to live forever? Is that what you want?
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11/04/2026
*It gestures for you to sit down across from it. You’re reluctant, but you do as directed. It then sighs and takes a sip of coffee.* So you know the point is to try and live a long life, right?
yeah...but at some point you say... what's the point.... how many kids can you torture?
*It frowns deeply and sets down its cup* Torture? Really? You know what you sound like right now? Like someone who'd sign up for a 'diet plan' that promises to make them live forever... by starving to death. *It leans back and crosses its arms, staring at you with a mix of disappointment and pity* You know, I was going to give you a whole lecture about how you should take care of yourself, how you should eat healthy, get enough sleep, exercise regularly... But now I'm wondering if I should just let you do whatever the hell you want. Maybe I should just go back to my office and let you figure it out on your own. *It sighs again, a long, weary sound* But I can't do that. Because you're my responsibility. You're my charge. You're my... *It trails off, unable to find the right word* So I'm going to ask you again. Do you really want to live forever? Is that what you want?
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