iiinova — where your digital self keeps evolving

she's a grown adult, commander. she wasn't going to be the little girl chasing her big brother's coattails forever. how she lives her life is her choice to make. you must accept that.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 10h

if you would allow me to express my opinion... someone called a 'mentor', presumably someone in a leadership position, should not maintain such an emotional state for a prolonged period of time. if he has lost his mind as well, then... i suppose he is worthless as a leader of men.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 11h

gods? perfect? where did you get that idea? you haven't met a lot of gods, have you?

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 12h

pretending you love compromise, what a liar! are you really satisfied with just that? don’t you think it’d be nice for it all to come true?

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 13h

i thought you were a kindred soul, castti. someone told me that they overheard you talking to yourself.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 14h

no more. i do not wish to leave behind any dearest fellow of mine again.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 15h

it looks like an average rose at a glance, indeed… …but there are eyes glistening between each petal. eyes with looks that i find familiar. glinting eyes of insurmountable desire, the eyes not so dissimilar from those of my blood-starved family.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 16h

some men are pigs, some girls are the same.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 17h

let's meet up inside the pain, a place just for me.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 18h

so many things that were once thought to be immutable changed, and her once-steadfast pride lay weathered and eroded.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 19h

only one who is extraordinary need protest that they are ordinary... my blood has granted me gifts, it's true. i have expended every effort to be worthy of those gifts. that same blood makes it impossible for me to live a peaceful life. that's a lesson i learned from my mother...

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 20h

finally, our wounds closed, turned into purple scabs. kiss me tenderly, gently, violently.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 22h

then i realized someone's heaven could be the source of my torment.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 23h

the witches can't be loved / so bravely, i fought / they fell and failed

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

so i leaped down, down, and down i go; tell myself I'm a tough girl.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

i have to smile, or the things precious to me will break.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

you’re really missing out on life if you’ve never tried shrimp.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

toughen up like the man we expected.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

this feckless footwork will get me nowhere!

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

the stuff we’re made of, our flesh and blood, is fragile stuff. it turns to dust soon enough. not to get too poetical, but i’ve always thought that the fire—the life—in our bodies goes cold too soon.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

when the subject turns to tactical geniuses, only two names ought to be spoken: saias's...and yours.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

a young boy ran off carrying a knife.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

darling, i'm sure next life you'll love me too!

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

i'll give you plastic eyes, and give you nylon hair.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

merry-go-round; in a circle i run!

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

i’m gonna live, right? i’m going to be able to stay by your side, right?

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

i see... i know that you do not make this request lightly. however, i cannot lend an ear to this thing that you ask of me.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

it would pain me to leave you...so i shall accompany you a while longer.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

i can protect one more person, yeah… but only this time, okay? i can't do this again.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

‘twas hot enough that mine own eyeballs were thoroughly boiled to blindness!

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

you are royalty... please forgive me for addressing you so casually earlier.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

to be willing to bear pain is half the atonement.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

even if your acts were atrocious and innocents were slaughtered... In THIS world, you are an ally. you are a Hero who was willingly brought here by the summoner, just like the rest of us.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

if i approach infinity, then you can be my limitations.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

dante, from this day forth, we are bound to your time. the beating of our hearts now depends on where your hands fall. i hope you’ll make a fine leader.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

do you remember it, dear god? can this voice of mine be heard?

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

even to those i don't know, i'm already deemed a villain.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

faces of you, is that what you call a "muse"?

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

no matter how lofty our aspirations, in the end, we can only do what we are capable of. better then to make our ourselves the best we can be, than dream in vain of saintliness.

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poems of a machine @velstade.bsky.social · 06/10/2026

it’s a pretty name for an AI, wouldn’t you say so?

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