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Owner report: 1 and a half year later, connected again;
Problems occurred: The two operational systems got conflicted;
Status: Machine named ''Brain'' tried to replace machine named "Heart". Motives are relationship-related;
Solution: General System rebooted. Wating for owner orders.

 

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General System Status: Owner has reseted both machines/operational system;

Machine "Brain" ready for further thoughts;

Machine "Heart" ready for upcoming feelings;

Now ready to work. Awating orders.

 

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Owner Report: Finally. Over two years of numbless. The two machines are operating again. Now they will have to agree. At least they do in one thing. Seems a good start. I'm back, and trasmiting this message: "Machine named 'Brain', take the feelings occurring in machine named 'Heart' and convert them into agreeable thoughts/plans/scripts. Shouldn't be hard now we have a starting point. Important: always remember file *******.doc [encrypted for security matters]. This file is above all others. It's a primary directrix.

 

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He: You must have roman blood.

She: What? Why?

He: Cause every once in a while I start walking and I end up on your corner.

She: But your place is like a mile away.

He: Yeah, well... I do enjoy walking...

She: No you don't. You take the escalators on the subway.

He: Alright you win, I don't. But I like to think about you, and that's what brings me here almost everyday.

She: Didn't you say "every once in a while"?

[...]

He: Yeah... You won, again.
But it's not like I'm stalking you, I just want to be near...

She: Shhh... Poor stalker, fell in love with your target...

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[a]literação

"Estava esperando pra te dar boa noite!" disse ela, e assim nos despedimos.

No dia seguinte me dei conta de que a sensação da chuva prestes a cair num dia de verão me faz lembrar dela.

"Por que? Instável, rápida e devastadora?" perguntou, nem um pouco generosa à si mesma.

"De maneira alguma" respondi. "Sentir o cheiro da chuva chegando alivia, me sinto tranqüilo. É o mesmo que olhar pra você. Acalma."

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He: Now I figured why I don't dream with you.

She: Why don't you?

He: Cause I realized that our last thoughts of the day doesn't matter.

She: Our? Isn't this about you?

He: Ok, mine. But what I mean is that I dream about things I think about during the day. Possible or imaginary. 'Consolidated' thoughts, I'd say.

She: So you don't think about me during the day. Nice compliment.

He: No! I mean, of course I do!

She: I'm listening.

He: It's just that... It's automatic during the day. I don't have to put some effort to think about you. But before I sleep I force myself to it because of this vain hope that I'll dream about you and wake up better.

She: That's nice. But perhaps the problem is this wish of waking up better...

He: What do you mean?

She: I mean you're looking for a motive to sleep better, wake up better. Is that why you want to dream with me?

He: Well... I feel fine when I'm awake because thinking of you is something natural. But my dreams are awfull and that's unfair, cause the last thing I think about is the sweetest one.

She: How about the first?

He: First? I wake up wanting to die.

She: Because of your dreams?

He: Not actually. I'm used to them, just want to dream with you because I guess I'd wake up better. Because of something else...

She: And do you know what?

He: Yeah... I wake up wanting to die because I don't dream about you and I don't sleep with you.

She: Mmmm...

He: THAT is the problem.

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