Yeah, but we kinda share the same general thought process, man. Whatever you come up with, there is a high likelihood I'll come up with it too, and just be able to counteract that shit. (...)
Fair point on the comparison. I concede there. (Hal was a far more complex and intricate system than some busty bimbo with Pornhub's top search phrases on a running loop for dialogue.)
Unfortunately, all I fuckin' do is listen to myself talk. (And telling himself to die was practically old hat at this point. Still, looking into a younger version of himself's face who carried all of his defiance and insecurities back when he was a kid...It isn't as easy as it was when Hal was just a line of annoying red text.)
Sex bots have zero concept of morality. (Neither did Dirk but whatever.
He's tense and it's on the tip of his tongue to tell Hal how pointless it was to find a purpose. That any variation of Dirk functionally had no purpose besides being a sabotaging asshole. Why bother with another failed timeline? Didn't Hal see that it was practically charity to put them all out of their collective misery?
But fuck, maybe he's just jaded. Maybe all of the times he's split his soul and offed himself and come back and fucked around wore him down into someone more bitter and pessimistic about the statistics of his outcome. Wouldn't Hal just become some new fucked up iteration of him that caused chaos in a totally different way? And then what would Dirk do? Have to fess up that even if he had it to do all over again, he'd still make all of the shittiest choices? Just use Hal as solid proof of how shitty of a person he was?
He's gnawing on his lip and stops when he tastes a hint of metallic. He straightens up and exhales again, this time his shoulders slumping with it.)
Okay. Fine. (Metaphorical sword lowered.)
Fine. Sorry. (Apologizing to himself felt absurd.)
I'm just projecting my bullshit onto you. (Like always!)
If you're gonna try to figure out this body business, I can help. Ain't gonna let my face wander around this place like Bambi on roofies.
cw: suicidal ideation
Fair point on the comparison. I concede there. (Hal was a far more complex and intricate system than some busty bimbo with Pornhub's top search phrases on a running loop for dialogue.)
Unfortunately, all I fuckin' do is listen to myself talk. (And telling himself to die was practically old hat at this point. Still, looking into a younger version of himself's face who carried all of his defiance and insecurities back when he was a kid...It isn't as easy as it was when Hal was just a line of annoying red text.)
Sex bots have zero concept of morality. (Neither did Dirk but whatever.
He's tense and it's on the tip of his tongue to tell Hal how pointless it was to find a purpose. That any variation of Dirk functionally had no purpose besides being a sabotaging asshole. Why bother with another failed timeline? Didn't Hal see that it was practically charity to put them all out of their collective misery?
But fuck, maybe he's just jaded. Maybe all of the times he's split his soul and offed himself and come back and fucked around wore him down into someone more bitter and pessimistic about the statistics of his outcome. Wouldn't Hal just become some new fucked up iteration of him that caused chaos in a totally different way? And then what would Dirk do? Have to fess up that even if he had it to do all over again, he'd still make all of the shittiest choices? Just use Hal as solid proof of how shitty of a person he was?
He's gnawing on his lip and stops when he tastes a hint of metallic. He straightens up and exhales again, this time his shoulders slumping with it.)
Okay. Fine. (Metaphorical sword lowered.)
Fine. Sorry. (Apologizing to himself felt absurd.)
I'm just projecting my bullshit onto you. (Like always!)
If you're gonna try to figure out this body business, I can help. Ain't gonna let my face wander around this place like Bambi on roofies.