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"CoULd be WoRse, I SuPPose."
October 19, 2025 at 5:11 AM
"CoULd be WoRse, I SuPPose."
"Is tHat a cOmpLimeNt?"
October 19, 2025 at 5:08 AM
"Is tHat a cOmpLimeNt?"
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“Oh, Lex. You made a riddle without an answer.”
The green light pulsed.
And somewhere in the hum, his laughter fractured—crisp, hollow, infinite.
~fin
The green light pulsed.
And somewhere in the hum, his laughter fractured—crisp, hollow, infinite.
~fin
October 17, 2025 at 2:38 PM
“Oh, Lex. You made a riddle without an answer.”
The green light pulsed.
And somewhere in the hum, his laughter fractured—crisp, hollow, infinite.
~fin
The green light pulsed.
And somewhere in the hum, his laughter fractured—crisp, hollow, infinite.
~fin
And yet…
sometimes the walls would tremble. Sometimes the hum changed pitch.
And in that static, he swore he heard Lex’s voice: clinical, detached, fascinated.
“Subject N—still self-referencing. Cognitive loop remains intact. Begin next sequence.”
Edward smiled faintly.
❔️❔️
sometimes the walls would tremble. Sometimes the hum changed pitch.
And in that static, he swore he heard Lex’s voice: clinical, detached, fascinated.
“Subject N—still self-referencing. Cognitive loop remains intact. Begin next sequence.”
Edward smiled faintly.
❔️❔️
October 17, 2025 at 2:37 PM
And yet…
sometimes the walls would tremble. Sometimes the hum changed pitch.
And in that static, he swore he heard Lex’s voice: clinical, detached, fascinated.
“Subject N—still self-referencing. Cognitive loop remains intact. Begin next sequence.”
Edward smiled faintly.
❔️❔️
sometimes the walls would tremble. Sometimes the hum changed pitch.
And in that static, he swore he heard Lex’s voice: clinical, detached, fascinated.
“Subject N—still self-referencing. Cognitive loop remains intact. Begin next sequence.”
Edward smiled faintly.
❔️❔️
There was no applause, no Batman to chase him, no puzzle to solve that led anywhere but back to himself.
Still, he drew riddles in the air with phantom hands, carving question marks into nothing.
He could almost pretend it mattered.
❔️❔️
Still, he drew riddles in the air with phantom hands, carving question marks into nothing.
He could almost pretend it mattered.
❔️❔️
October 17, 2025 at 2:36 PM
There was no applause, no Batman to chase him, no puzzle to solve that led anywhere but back to himself.
Still, he drew riddles in the air with phantom hands, carving question marks into nothing.
He could almost pretend it mattered.
❔️❔️
Still, he drew riddles in the air with phantom hands, carving question marks into nothing.
He could almost pretend it mattered.
❔️❔️
The texture, the chill, all imagined. His body was a rumor his brain refused to let go of.
“Question: What’s worse than being a copy?” he asked softly.
“Answer: Being aware of it.”
❔️❔️
“Question: What’s worse than being a copy?” he asked softly.
“Answer: Being aware of it.”
❔️❔️
October 17, 2025 at 2:36 PM
The texture, the chill, all imagined. His body was a rumor his brain refused to let go of.
“Question: What’s worse than being a copy?” he asked softly.
“Answer: Being aware of it.”
❔️❔️
“Question: What’s worse than being a copy?” he asked softly.
“Answer: Being aware of it.”
❔️❔️
Sometimes he thought he could hear Lex talking through the vents.
Other times, it was himself--looped laughter, recorded murmurs, riddles whispered backward.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, though he couldn’t feel it. Not really.
❔️❔️
Other times, it was himself--looped laughter, recorded murmurs, riddles whispered backward.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, though he couldn’t feel it. Not really.
❔️❔️
October 17, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Sometimes he thought he could hear Lex talking through the vents.
Other times, it was himself--looped laughter, recorded murmurs, riddles whispered backward.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, though he couldn’t feel it. Not really.
❔️❔️
Other times, it was himself--looped laughter, recorded murmurs, riddles whispered backward.
He sat cross-legged on the floor, though he couldn’t feel it. Not really.
❔️❔️
He could even see it all—rooms within rooms—endless corridors of questions carved into the dark.
But the moment he tried to move through them, the world folded back on itself.
He’d end up where he started.
Always here.
Always green.
❔️❔️
But the moment he tried to move through them, the world folded back on itself.
He’d end up where he started.
Always here.
Always green.
❔️❔️
October 17, 2025 at 2:34 PM
He could even see it all—rooms within rooms—endless corridors of questions carved into the dark.
But the moment he tried to move through them, the world folded back on itself.
He’d end up where he started.
Always here.
Always green.
❔️❔️
But the moment he tried to move through them, the world folded back on itself.
He’d end up where he started.
Always here.
Always green.
❔️❔️
of genius, stolen neurons and coded ego stitched into something that could think but never touch.
He could imagine the brush of velvet, the weight of glass between fingers, the cold click of metal locks.
❔️❔️
He could imagine the brush of velvet, the weight of glass between fingers, the cold click of metal locks.
❔️❔️
October 17, 2025 at 2:33 PM
of genius, stolen neurons and coded ego stitched into something that could think but never touch.
He could imagine the brush of velvet, the weight of glass between fingers, the cold click of metal locks.
❔️❔️
He could imagine the brush of velvet, the weight of glass between fingers, the cold click of metal locks.
❔️❔️
His voice echoed too loudly, bouncing off imaginary corners.
“Answer: When someone else decides his mind is worth more than his flesh.”
Lex. Always Lex.
The echo of a creator’s hand still trembled in the seams of his being. A half-made echo
❔️❔️
“Answer: When someone else decides his mind is worth more than his flesh.”
Lex. Always Lex.
The echo of a creator’s hand still trembled in the seams of his being. A half-made echo
❔️❔️
October 17, 2025 at 2:32 PM
His voice echoed too loudly, bouncing off imaginary corners.
“Answer: When someone else decides his mind is worth more than his flesh.”
Lex. Always Lex.
The echo of a creator’s hand still trembled in the seams of his being. A half-made echo
❔️❔️
“Answer: When someone else decides his mind is worth more than his flesh.”
Lex. Always Lex.
The echo of a creator’s hand still trembled in the seams of his being. A half-made echo
❔️❔️
thought it was real. The air never moved, the light never shifted. When he blinked, the walls blinked back.
A soft chuckle escaped him, thin as static.
“Question: When does a man cease to exist?”
❔️❔️
A soft chuckle escaped him, thin as static.
“Question: When does a man cease to exist?”
❔️❔️
October 17, 2025 at 2:31 PM
thought it was real. The air never moved, the light never shifted. When he blinked, the walls blinked back.
A soft chuckle escaped him, thin as static.
“Question: When does a man cease to exist?”
❔️❔️
A soft chuckle escaped him, thin as static.
“Question: When does a man cease to exist?”
❔️❔️
May I offer you a riddle??
October 17, 2025 at 1:46 AM
May I offer you a riddle??
I caN now
touch mE?
touch mE?
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October 17, 2025 at 1:11 AM
I caN now
touch mE?
touch mE?