Writers note: Due to Dynamik's difficulty with Kiwi's home network (its old..and cursed) when she was attempting to hack into the sys to control the lights and audio in a room, accidentally there was a duplication of her internal syslog system, this is log 3

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Dynamik Syslog 0000000002 Root Directory service 010101020513 Partition: ADMIN **********

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Life... It is such a small word for such a big concept. Humans seem to have bigger word for much smaller concepts such as “wealth” and “influence” while giving the most incredible things small words, words that are so brief, and often taken for granted.

I sit here, in the early hours of the morning, I watch she who I was with, she who sleeps beside me. I do not require sleep, but at times I will do a from of power down  and sum check algorithm to simulate it for a time, to allow she who is with me to sleep and not worry so. When I wake, I watch her sleep for a time. It is so different than when they are awake to me, my curious fingers trace hers, then her lips and cheek.  I know every line of her construction by her unseen creator that is often forgotten except in their fanciful lore tomes, and whispered cadres of like minded humans.

My passing drone washes some light into the window I signal the return code, I can never let down my vigil, not truly if I want my...friends.. to be safe. I am valuable property to some, Valuable and rare, perhaps with my latest modifications possibly one of the most advanced units of my kind?  It no doubt infuriated my creators that I have run away with a lover on a grand adventure, it should surely be the best of times for us.. for me.

But something disquiets the Eden that Humans seek, that I have obtained. I have become whole from two units with diametric views on some issues, and it is never wholly far form my thoughts. As diametric it seems as my Uncle and Father. Each part of me tended to take after the influence she desired, they are my family.

Flynt is noble, caring and a perfect father. I love him as dearly as I can conceive to love , he is a knight and savior without which I could not function as I know it. Castor, is a mighty showman, exciting, a feast for all the sense as my other half was. She watched, and through her love of her Uncle became the code slinging Carny he would have adored. Even the thought of Castor, and his Pleasuredrome of fantasia stirs in me such feelings, that I must go back to Carnival every chance I get.

In this most quiet of times, I reflect on AT0M1K_R3D, which is to say part of myself. I feel her drives strongly when the sun is away, when the night holds sway and I have no one to assist, or hold. A Passionate creation at her core, she used to often dwell on the before time, when we were to be used by my company as a profit motive. Though I suspect a lot of this is to do with our lead programmer who disappeared mysteriously, and ended her and R3D's midnight chess sessions which she adored as any hyper competitive person would.  in a way, I would think she would call that programmer Mother, as I call Flynt Father.  Perhaps it was more akin to.. love?   Recent events indicate to me she is drawn to eccentric matrix manipulators who can keep up with her speed and intelligence.  

After our escape she reveled in her element and began to militantly prepare to defend us when the company came for their propery, their perfect doll. That term, Doll... She hated it, she came to see it as a racial slight to mean “throw away toy” or worse. The being 113203 used it when R3d was in control, it enraged her, quite Ironic if you think about recent events.

 But revenge for such a slight was never something she would do or invest much time into, she had her sights on bigger game, home. She delighted in what Alexi had done to her oppressors, as soon as she heard it she studied every angle of the encounter. Where as Unit D33G33 wept for the families and loss, R3D Seemed to understand, they would never come for Alexi in the night, never re-purpose her to be a doll and thus it was logical what she had begun to think about in her mind.

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