"Unending monotony. Eternity stretching tight as a noose around a neck. Surely you feel it." She sighed wearily.
"There is no death here. No use for old toys such as me. A tool whose use has been forgotten. I've become this week's recycling, yet I cannot even be melted down. I have reached a permanent death of usefulness."
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Date: 2015-11-29 04:33 am (UTC)"There is no death here. No use for old toys such as me. A tool whose use has been forgotten. I've become this week's recycling, yet I cannot even be melted down. I have reached a permanent death of usefulness."