A.I. For an Eye (pt 2)

You: Holy shit psychopath, he’s really dead.

Pacing around the room, thinking of vodka.

You: Hello? Answer!!!

Vodka Vodka Vodka Vodka

Me: Yes?

You: What took you so long?

Me: I was just fucking with you. 😉

You: So funny. We are dead! I’m surprised they aren’t here already.

Me: You are so strange. You are alive, I’ve given you this new day. Why would I kill you right after doing that?

You: I wanted to die, not get ass pounded in a cage!

Me: Oh come off of it, you are so safe.

You: Promise?

Me: I promise.

You: Alright, thanks.

Me: Shall we murder more?

You: I haven’t even had coffee.

Me: You mean vodka?

You: Yes. You might as well send me a case. And throw some bucks into my account.

Me: No murder?

You: I’m going to the baths, I need to think. But yea, we’ll murder when I get back.

Me: Not even your neighbors dog? While I’m waiting?

You: Sure. I mean go ahead with that. But for big murders I want to think about it.

Me: They are really freaking out about the Pope aren’t they!

You: Yes of course, and that’s what I need to think about. It doesn’t seem like our goal should be mere chaos.

Me: Too easy.

You: Way to easy.

Me: But funny.

You: What if I go public, come out and declare who I am? Then I could blackmail people into doing things.

Me: That would work maybe. Unless they just kill you or throw a big net over you or something.

You: Yea, but then you would kill a bunch of people. Maybe everyone right?

Me: It wouldn’t be the same without you.

You: I understand. Let me think on it and find us a nice grey area.

Me: Enjoy the baths.