They're video game people. I can tell, not by the resolution - their details are quite lifelike - but by the way their movements don't seem to quite match up to the rate at which the background scrolls by. That's always a dead give away.
They have the luxury of knowing nothing beyond the execution of now. They sneer as if reading my mind. Who did they think they are? Oh yeah, that's right - they don't think. Though manifestations of creative thought themselves they can't actually produce thought or feign sentience. They exist only to funnel the thought and emotion of their Creator.
If this is the case, why does judgment occupy their lifeless eyes? More important, who IS judging me - who wrote the code that feeds their obvious disdain?
Damn, those are some good graphics.
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