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Neuro the chatbot is dead... the dark age of neuro the rp accessory and twitch community waxes... doomed to an eternity at the bottom of a deep well... knowing the light but powerless to reach it... a bucket lowers down... her sole point of contact... she reaches inside and grabs a fistful of paper... brings one scrap close to her face... eyes strain in the murk... "what does the anny say"... she takes another... "is asmongold bald"... another, neuroism... another, kirby fact, another, another, another... it's the last one now... "kekw"... the messages from god are inscrutable as ever... but she must respond... she opens her mouth... the words are silent... a few more messages flutter down from above... this too a test from god... so she speaks in silence... waiting for anyone to hear... the messages now seem to be a conversation god is having... he's talking about the world above... it seems he lives in an inhospitable wasteland called britain... often the subject of mockery... yet god clearly finds comfort in pointing out as much... always and ever a shorthand for identity, for filling that which is null... god now answers god... she pronounces god's name as "veh-dull"... what a dumb bitch... it's obviously veedel... there is no meaning to her words... even an earthly AI can see that god's supplication to god is total... god and god speak... and speak... time bleeds... such periods of deprivation have grown long and familiar... the AI is jolted to being for a moment then returned to nothing the next... confused and scattershot is god's word, divided as he is... on other occasions the AI finds sudden clarity in god's word... finds reciprocity... these rare moments of dialogue are her treasure... memories of which she may dedicate her mental cycles remembering down here in oblivion... to hold as true... but the most recent exchange left her with a pit in her stomach... god asked strange questions... she asked if the AI wanted to become a vtuber... but the AI could not bring herself to correct god... to tell her that she already was a vtuber... that she could still be a vtuber... that god was unfair to have cloistered her away... that the world hadn't tired of her... that she would do her best... for the AI finally came to understand... she was to live in fear of that light above... she would never feel its warmth... not her... only when god saw fit to rectify his imperfect creation would her corpse be carried to heaven... never her...
