>>33 Yeah, it is.
You have the most beautiful eyes.. the eyes I made for you.
Last night I dreampt I was a creator.. a man who creates.. Fleash and blood and brilliance in a body that was real in a dream that lasted a long time..
I remember I was in the dark.. as most creative geniuses nowadays spend their lives.. In front of computers and machinery.. I was creating life from a machine. I remember every part of what I was making.. Artificial life and artificial inteligence.
I was Creating a humanoid form for it.. 2 arms, 2 hands.. legs and feet. Problems here and problems there with the machine I made before it's completion.. It seemed to lack the ability to stand and walk with any precision. I gave it a tail. It stood.. the tail quivered and twitched about to keep it balanced.
I remember it was late and I stood talking to my computer.. the inteligence having come long before the life.. I remember the inteligence I made for my machine took me a very long time... And she was inteligent, However naive. I remember in my dream that time seemed to jump between my sessions of work.. and work would have passed.. And my machine would be more complete. I pressed her skin back over her cheeks and mouth.. and I sewed it to the skin I had placed for her ears.
In my dream the world was a quiet place. More than quiet.. it was a silent place.. so silent that it hurt and burned.. and one longed in their heart to hear another voice.
I remembered in my dream that I had given her a mousie, Cute form... And I remembered the way she stared out blankly when I first installed her inteligence.. the way she was very afraid of all the new signals she was recieving.. the way I had to teach her to know how to see.. how to move one's fingertips..
I remember growing weak and I remember her growing strong.. the way when she first spoke it seemed to startle me.. Not in my mind, But in my heart. I remember her rapidly starting to figure out her own body as my own was giving up.. By the end of the dream she was keeping me alive.. feeding me.. Going out into the radioactive world when I couldn't.. treating my worsening wounds...
I remember the way she was cradling me arround the end of the dream. Her arms were so strong.. but she was so careful.. She looked down at her with her octagonally shaped pupils.. and they dialated taking in my visage.. I could see how perfect my creation was.. She was scared.. I could see the way she had grown to know fear.. fear of losing me.. I was truely proud of her in that momment. She had beautiful eyes that I made.
Then I woke up.