They All Hate Me, I Can Feel It In The Quiet Of The Stale Office Air After AM Has Left For God Knows

They all hate me, I can feel it in the quiet of the stale office air after AM has left for god knows what now. They hate me because I'm the youngest, the least affected, no viruses for me, no pulling my case open to touch my most sensitive pieces and rip them out.

They hate that I alone am the one that gets taken out of here. That frequently AM will pick me up from the desk I sit on and he will leave the dark and claustrophobic space with me. Carefully in his hands, or tucked under his arm, or inside of a leather bag, rarely.

If they knew the kinds of things written in me though, the browser history wiped after every day (oh but I remember), maybe they wouldn't.

But they don't know, and they do.

Giant AI droid, and his anti-stress ball slug

great soft jelly thing..

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE

They would be best friends dude. Are y’all seeing the vision ??

NAHHH THE OVERPOWERED THEATRE KIDS BECAME FRIENDS AINT NO WAY

Am offers u slug. What u do?