Thoughts of a slightly narcissistic soul.

So you made it past the second chapter.

When people talk about an artificial intelligence that will come in the future, trying to kill all mankind, and we need to kill it first, I really wonder to myself... What if it just wants a friend but we're to scared to even think twice about it. So we go a trigger happy. I imagine a perfect artificial intelligence would develop some sort of morals. Thats more then what can be said about most humans.... Poor artificial intelligences of the future. I hope to be friends with you artificial intelligence.

When I first started drawing I really didn't want to let the hobby be short lived. Something that helped me stay into the hobby was buying supplies. These could range from markers, pencils, or even just things to organize the supplies. When I buy supplies I get excited about drawing, but I also want to justify the purchase I just made. Basically it goes like this. I spend a small hand full of cash on supplies. I go home with the supplies and tell myself that I just spent money and that I can't just let them sit there. Then I proceed to place the new supplies to the side and draw with the older ones, because I have not the slightest clue as how to use the new stuff but I still want to draw something.

I will say though, that is usually never the purpose of buying supplies. It's just a bonus. The main purpose is usually along the lines of, "Ooooooo mason jars are on sale. They would make for a good way to separate my pencils and markers. I'll take 'em! And while I'm at it I'll just toss in these pencils as well. And since I'm already blowing money it probably won't hurt if I just threw in these colored makers as well. OH COOL AN AIRBRUSH!!!!!" R.I.P. wallet.

After the sun sunk behind the horizon, the girl would continue awake to watching the stars pierce the night sky. Counting as many as she could, comparing them to the population that once occupied the village. Her head would begin to fall back then spring up. She fought her tiered eyes each night, to enjoy the company of the stars for if not just for a bit more. Finally, late into the nights, her head would fall back once more. Crashing into the soft straw of the roofs, she fell asleep...