#yeah the quote anton said is dostoevsky

[slushiepizza]

"Bad day?" "Could've been better. Feels like I'm going insane from- everything. The isolation, the...mental-hospital-white sterile walls. It's like we're in prison. They even tell us what to wear! I mean, seriously, company-mandated loungewear? " "I understand. I do find myself missing...home. On days like this, I think it's best to try to think about why you are doing this. To support your loved ones. To work on something that matters." "Ha. That's easy for you to say- you have someone waiting for you with open arms." "Do you really not have... anyone? Family? Friends?" (His young coworker reminded Anton of how he used to be- callous, angry. It seems that his talent for machines- the way that he could make any scrap of metal come to life- was a cost of his solitude.) "...No. Not really. It's just me and the...wires. The machines. They're a constant. And they've served me well- I went from living on the streets, homeless, to actually making someone out of myself. But they're...cold. Means to an end. Which makes sense, in a way. Why would you give a personality to something that's meant to mitigate incoming danger? It's just- the longer I work with them- the more I feel like I'm becoming more like one. A machine." Anton gave a warm laugh. "My friend. You are young. Of course, we live alone and we die alone. But human existence...er....is not just staying alive it's finding something to live for. You can't do that when you push everyone away. Your work... is great. But what is the point of making machines alive, when you yourself are dying to make it?