originally posted in:The New Dojo
[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.