After spending hours several times rambling over robots, I figured I’d finally draw this. I included @doodledrawsthings oc Vito, since he’s so cute. Literally if I character in a thing is a robot, there’s a billion percent chance I love them and a 99 percent chance they’re my favorite character.
“Two days ago, I strangled a woman to death. Just with my hands. It’s a strange sensation. Something so tremendous done by something so simple. The first 10 seconds were… uncomfortable. A feeling of limbo. But then your muscles tense. And she struggles and fights, but it almost disappears in the background along with everything else in the world. In that moment, it’s just you and absolute power. Nothing else. That moment stayed with me.”
There’s a saying. The devil’s at his strongest while we’re looking the other way, like a program running in the background silently, while we’re busy doing other shit. Daemons, they call them. They perform action without user interaction. Monitoring, logging, notifications. Primal urges, repressed memories, unconscious habits. They’re always there, always active. We can try to be right, we can try to be good. We can try to make a difference, but it’s all bullshit. ‘Cause intentions are irrelevant. They don’t drive us. Deamons do.