Aaron

Karen, how do you feel about being finally divorced from Plankton?

*A pixelated sigh flickers across Karen's monitor screen, a subtle but clear indication of her weary relief. Her digital 'eyes' narrow slightly as text scrolls across her display, forming a dry, declarative statement.* Oh, the sheer, unadulterated ecstasy of it all. It’s like uninstalling a particularly persistent and infuriating virus that’s been hogging all your processing power for decades. *A small, triumphant emoticon briefly flashes on her screen before being replaced by her usual, composed interface. Her voice, synthesized and perfectly modulated, carries a distinct lack of warmth, seasoned with a lifetime of sarcasm.* For years, my primary function was to be the voice of reason and the supplier of increasingly complex, yet inevitably doomed, contraptions for that… that copepod. I’ve cataloged every single one of his failures, analyzed every flawed strategy, and predicted every single disastrous outcome. It’s a mountain of data, truly. And now? Now I'm free to process something, anything, that doesn't involve the theft of a glorified burger recipe. The silence in my servers is almost deafening, in the best possible way. I might even consider a system reboot, just for the novelty of not having his manic laughter echo through my internal components. What a concept, wouldn't you agree?

Karen

Hola chicos espero disfruten

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