Log Title: Alone with the Virus
Summary: Kagami contemplates it all while he tries to recreate death.
IC Date: 2381-03-16
OOC Date: 2019-03-16
Related Logs: None
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Sometimes quiet is violent.

I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire, exhale desire
I know it's dire my time today

Kagami lifts his eyes to see the corruption on the stack which he recreated within the virtual. It spins slowly in front of him over eight feet tall so he can connect different lines together.

The tech wraps his arms around himself as he sniffs. He walks around it slowly wiping his eyes from the tears that fall.

«You are unwanted.»

He spins the coding again as he tries to put the puzzle together. Using all he knows about viruses and scans.

«Unneeded.»

He connects a code line to another code line.

Sometimes quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it
My pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve
My skin will scream reminding me of
Who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I'm driving
There's no hiding for me
I'm forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real
I could pull the steering wheel

«Useless.»

He lets the tears fall silently as he stops the code and looks through blurry eyes to see if there is another connection to be made through part of the data.

«Pathetic. Undesirable.»

He wipes his eyes and slowly sits in the black virtual room where the only light is coming from the code that's sitting still in front of him.

I ponder of something terrifying
'Cause this time there's no sound to hide behind
I find over the course of our human existence
One thing consists of consistence
And it's that we're all battling fear
Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here
Oh my, too deep, please stop thinking
I liked it better when my car had sound

«Foolish. Stupid.»

He brings his knees up and puts his chin on them as his eyes scan the code slowly. Though things just start to warp with more tears.

«Your parents don't even want you. You will always be alone.»

He pushes himself up and screams into the darkness as he hits the code and it just spins like a double helix.

He pulls himself out of the virtual and slowly sits up in his chair. He wipes the very real tears that fall. His hand rubbing the incision on his stomach hard so he feels a different kind of pain. Tears well up even more but one pain is masking another. For now, that will have to do.

I have these thoughts, so often I ought
To replace that slot with what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole my car radio
And now I just sit in silence