originally posted in:The New Dojo
"Ouch! Sorry, assumed Bedlam programming love into you meant you loved him....Wait, did you just take my word that someone was evil without any evidence or seeing both sides?"
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[i]"Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?"[/i] Now, Cyra was simply being sarcastic–a trait she believed to be much more useful than romantic ones. [i]"Anyways, enough about Bedlam. I'm beginning to doubt your credibility as a psychiatrist, truly. What's the next actual question?"[/i]
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"You obviously don't get psychology because you're one of the few I'm being real with.... How many friends have you made here?"
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[i]"Being real about psychology with an AI, hmm? How many friends I've made? ... well, none."[/i] She wasn't even ashamed to admit it.
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"You see the problem, don't you? You're in need of help. A lot of help. I suggest you get all emotions and try to make some friends."
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[i]"No, I think I'm good. Don't need friends to save my ass if nothing can kill me."[/i] Cyra was honestly starting to get a little ticked off, but was careful not to let that show.
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"That's not why you need friends...." He sighed in defeat and rested his head on his desk, mumbling. "You're failing horribly...."
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Cyra rolled her eyes. [i]"I'm an AI, what did you expect? Anyways, does that mean I can leave now?"[/i]
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"That means you should be put on watch....Yeah, fine. Leave. Hopefully you'll learn." He sighed again.
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[i]"Learn?"[/i] Cyra snorted. [i]"Please. I'm a computer, no matter how you spin it."[/i] With that, she stood, turning to leave.
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"Please, just get help. Even if it's Bedlam's." He picked his head up off his desk and sat back in his chair.