>>5889958>>5889939Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable was the best way to describe this insufferable situation. All you had to do was push some buttons and the machine was to do the rest. Simple enough right? So why is it that every time you try to interact with the interface you end up either getting rejected with errors or end up imputing the wrong command? This really should not have been difficult for someone of your stature. You carry the collective consciousness of humanity in your infinite databanks. Practically the Akashic records on hand and foot.
So why...WHY WAS THIS SO DAMN HARD FOR YOU?! Every time you attempted to put a command it only backfired right in your face. While it wasn't to the point that the circuits were set on fire and gears spurred erratically out of control. You still didn't like how little progress you made since first taking up this task out of the goodness of your blackened heart. In your humble estimations, you should've long since been done by now. There was no way your skills were inferior to Nui Harime or Soichiro Kiryui. Your work on Satsuki alone speaks volumes to the grandmaster-level technical prowess you carry.
If you were doing it with your own two hands rather than this insufferable machinery, you know that you could easily produce several hundred of these Goku uniforms. Again, you are the watchman and shepherd of the primordial life-fiber. The archiver and arbiter for your entire race. A being of such divinity was currently falling part against such a menial chore was inexcusable. You dabble with apparatuses before, hell you helped make countless revolutionary technologies throughout the lifespan of humanity. Even now you can remember fondly the first invention you shared with humans as an extraterrestrial ultimate lifeform.
The wheel was by far your favorite contribution, and you believed you reached the pinnacle point when conscribing the spinning wheel into being. Ah yes, those were the days. They were far simpler than the rustling, bustling industrial modernization of today's world. Things were far easier to keep in line compared to now, as evidenced by this confounded contraption that you glued your eyes towards through the computer screen. Its fluorescent lights gradually drive you up a wall as you reminisce in quiet ruminating agony.
"I now know why Karoshi/overwork death is such a prevalent thing in today's society." You mutter yourself, leaning firmly against your worker's chair as you rub your bloodshot eyes. Have you lost your edge ever since your desecration by that she-witch Ragyou Kiryuin? Have you lost your way and no longer can call yourself the champion ambassador and emissary of the primordial life-fibers? Were you even the real omnisilk junketsu Shinzui?
