Who is that? He looks like a boy.īuilt like a boy to disarm us. you will see the big lie come apart before your very eyes!ĭon't burn me! Don't burn me! I'm not Pinocchio! Don't make me die! I'm David! I'm David! I'm David! No doubt there was talent in the crafting of this simulator. Meet the next generation of child designed. and in their grand scheme to phase out all of God's little children.
#Copter mommies series#
This is the latest generation in a series of insults to human dignity. To steal your hearts, to replace your children. Of course, we all know why they made them. Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls and children of all ages. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the world. Why do you wanna leave me? Why do you wanna leave me? I'm sorry I'm not real. Don't ever let them catch you! Listen, stay away from Flesh Fairs, away from where there are lots of people. Go anywhere but that way or they'll catch you. Look! Look at me! Look! Don't go that way. Don't let anyone see how much it is, okay? Now, look, don't go that way. Stories are not real! You're not real! Now, listen to me. and I become a real boy, can I come home? Mommy, no! Mommy! Mommy, if Pinocchio became a real. I have to go! I have to go! Stop it! Stop it! I have to go now. And I'm sorry I hurt you and I hurt Martin. No, no, no, no, no, no! No, Mommy, please! No, no! Please, Mommy, no! She's just waking up this instant.ĭavid, listen. Can you hear that? The new morning has come. If you want for my happiness, then you know what you have to do. Maybe it will last forever.ĭavid, you are the enduring memory of the human race. Maybe the one day will be like that one day inside the amphibicopter. I thought this would be hard for you to understand. If we bring your mother back now it will only be for one day, and then you will never be able to see her again. The equations have shown that once an individual space-time part had been used, it could not be reused. As soon as they became unconcious, their very existence faded away into darkness. When the resurectees fell asleep on the night of their first new day they died again. But the experiment was a failure, for those who were resurrected only lived through a single day of renewed life. about every event which had ever occured in the past. to retrieve a memory trace in resonance with a recreated body? And you know what we found? We found the very fabric of space-time itself appeared to store information. from the DNA in a fragment of bone or mummified skin. that would make it possible to recreate the living body of a person long dead. Certainly, human beings must be the key to the meaning of existence.
in art, in poetry, and mathematical formulas. of that thing they call 'spirit.' Human beings have created a million explanations of the meaning of life.
David, I often felt a sort of envy of human beings.
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