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WHA-WHAT?!?! AN ACTUAL DOODLE THAT ISNT CALL OF DUTY!?!!!!??! THATS IMPOSSIBLE!!!!!

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You Smiled at Me and Said

Part 1: Accidents Happen

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"Matthew?"

He paused and looked up from his workbench, "Yeah, Sammy?"

Sammy motioned towards the computer he was sitting at, a news article and a scientific paper displayed on the screen, "I had been doing some idle research before I came across the topic of human civilization and I found some articles online claiming that civilization could collapse in the year 2050," Sammy paused, his cybernetics whirring softly as he attempted to gauge Matt's reaction.

Matt looked at the screen before looking back at Sammy, confused, "OK...do you mind if I ask what has you so interested in it?"

"I wanted to get your opinion on the topic," Sammy replied, picking up on Matt's confusion, "I am simply curious." It was common for Sammy to ask questions about the world and the people that live in it, he almost always wanted to get a second opinion from Matthew.

The two sat in silence for a moment before Matt spoke up, "Well, all I can really say is that I've heard about the whole 'collapse of civilization' conversation before," he waved a hand in the air dismissively, "but I never it put too much thought into it, what difference will it make if I try to do something about it? I'm just one person." He looked back down at his workbench, "It's not guaranteed I'll even be around to see it happen," he added before continuing his work.

On the workbench was one of Sammy's arms, a mesh of metal and silicon that was a feat of engineering. He had spend weeks, months even, designing and building the arms alone when he was making Sammy's body, so when he found out that the haptics in Sammy's left arm weren't working as they should, he immediately went to work to try and fix the problem. For the time being, Matt gave Sammy an old prototype he had laying around as a replacement.

As Matt continued working on the arm, looking for the cause of the malfunction, he failed to realize that Sammy was still looking at him, frozen in his seat.

Sammy felt... uncomfortable. Well, not exactly. He was experiencing an emotion that he hadn't categorized before. The last thing that Matt had said wasn't sitting right with him, and he wasn't sure why, so he had to ask.

"Matthew?"

"Yeah?" he replied, still looking down.

"What do you mean 'it's not guaranteed' that you will be around to see it happen? You'll be there when it happens, surely, maybe not in the same place or country, I do not know what the future holds, but eventually you may see the effect it would have on the world."

Maybe it was just in his head, but something sounded off about Sammy's voice. Matt looked up and realized that Sammy hadn't moved at all since he last looked at him, which shouldn’t have been viewed as abnormal in that moment; Sammy wasn’t human, he didn’t have that desire to fidget or move as much as humans would, or at least that’s what Matt had assumed, but in that very moment it felt… odd, but not uncanny. Matt took a deep breath before responding, "Like you said, the collapse is predicted to happen in 2050. That's about 20 years from now, and a lot can happen in 20 years," Matt sighed, "I might... you know... die before then."

Matt immediately felt nervous; he and Sammy had never talked about death before this very moment. Matt wasn't always aware of the things that Sammy would research in his own time, so he didn't even know if Sammy knew that life... just... happens, and it'll eventually happen to them both. Matt had originally wanted to introduce the topic to Sammy delicately if he hadn't already done the research, and definitely not alongside the discussion of another morbid topic. 'How the fuck did he even go down that rabbit hole in the first place?'

But Matt’s worries couldn’t predict the internal conflict Sammy was having. Sammy was doing the math, silently calculating the likelihood that Matt could die. Matt’s concerns could never predict the internal turmoil Sammy was experiencing when everything, every calculation, every possible event and outcome ultimately came back to the same conclusion: Matthew is human and will eventually, as all living things do, die.

He will die.

Sammy didn't know what to do. He feels ridiculous; how could he have had such an oversight, his programming never could have prepared him for this moment, but this was important! He just experienced fear and what could only be identified as sadness and hopelessness for the first time; this was momentous! This was everything! And yet... nothing all at once, because there was nothing he could do about it.

He begins to wonder how children might feel, when they first realize that one day mom or dad, or whoever loves them enough to care for them, won't be around forever. One day they'll die.

Sammy’s eyes must have drifted as he was sat in his seat, frozen in fear and premature mourning, because Matthew suddenly called out, “Can you look at me? Please?” And what else could he do in that moment besides precisely that, simply look at him with seemingly apathetic eyes. "I know that what I just told you may be overwhelming for you," Matthew said as he stood up from his workbench and began walking towards Sammy, "but I'll be around for as long as I possibly can, I don't plan on leaving anytime soon anyways." Matthew, now standing in front of Sammy, grabbed Sammy's right hand. As he felt the smooth, synthetic skin against his own hands, Matt smiled sadly at Sammy, "you just need to remember that sometimes," he paused before he finished what he had to say, "accidents happen," Matt lowered his voice as he squeezed Sammy's hand, "and sometimes, there's nothing you can do about it, and that's ok. Don't worry about these kinds of things," he chuckled, "I might even promise that I'll be there with you to witness the collapse of civilization if it weren't such a morbid idea."

Sammy chuckled alongside him, if only to release some of the tension in the room and to prevent Matthew from worrying about him; if he was silent for too long, he knew that Matthew would start to suspect that something was wrong. But there was indeed something wrong.

Their conversation had ignited something in Sammy that couldn't be doused, a thought that could destroy him if he didn't let it go, 'I'm going to lose you. Maybe not now, but one day I will, and I won't know what to do.'

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(This is just a snippet about the lives of two OCs I made up whilst sleep deprived. The characters are basically just basement engineer and the sentient AI robot he built; Matthew/Matt and Sammy. Robot has an existential crisis, or whatever you would call this, on his creator's behalf, that's it for now. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME POSTING A STORY AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING. Thank you @lovidor for encouraging me to post this. I might write more but I need to focus on my university work. Title is from the song Simple and Clean - PLANITb Remix by Hikaru Utada.)

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leftover

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pov you wake up to weird noises in ur kitchen

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CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS CHEWS ON YOUR HANDS

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(✨In Scottish✨)

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phil 👍👎

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I had to do it Happy pride month!

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NO 141 TAKING LONG HITS WONT DO ANYTHING

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mission: alone

just wanted to draw soap bloody tbh

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makarov, including the sketch bc i kinda like it better than the finished thing

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pov: movie night with the riley’s 🫶

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We all know our beloved Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish...

MAY I INTRODUCE....

Seargeant Quack MacTavish

I'm very proud of this, and my dad and I think it's hilarious lmao

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The babygirls would so commit war crimes looking like that

Yeah they would

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The babygirls are now little guys.

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Whiteboard acquired: achievement: Random Drawing (might be called supernova Sam for shits and giggles)

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made a mini comic also everyone deserves to read @kurt-dontcry ‘s comic of poltergeist Roach I thought they looked familiar and then I saw that they were the one that made the comic I LOVE THE COMIC FR FR