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[rough, but undeniably masculine anonymous handwriting]

is there a fucking reason why we can't just blow this place to hell and let it burn? Ain't nothing those doctors can do if there's no Institute left.

It's not like you don't have the materials. what's wrong with all you goddam "geniuses" if you can't even manage a single fucking bomb?!

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You realize that getting proof of who I am means your dead body in my hands, right?

Hardly. There are other ways to verify who you are. And those are avenues I'm already looking into.

- Brainiac 5

Oh~? Well, well, then won't this be fun. We'll see if you can figure me out before I come back for you.

Be careful at night, darling. I'll be waiting.

Don't worry, I intend to have this minor problem dealt with swiftly.

Keep your threats to yourself; I'm not going to let you intimidate me.

- Brainiac 5

You're no fun at all anymore.

My intention was never to be any 'fun' or to be some sort of twisted game to you. ~~I won't be used that way again~~

You'll just have to find something else to do with yourself before I destroy your disguise.

- Brainiac 5

Again, hm? Such a shame. You were such a pretty toy.

[there are quite a number of ink spots from where the pen rested on the paper]

Enjoy your freedom while you can.

Did I upset you, little robot? I'm ever so terribly sorry♥

Enjoy breathing while it lasts.

[the above note has been carefully, perhaps a bit too meticulously even, taken down, folded up and placed in the trash.]

[And it has been just as carefully put back up, with this note attached]

Can't win, so you just remove my little love letter? How cruel of you.

'Love' has nothing to do with this. I seriously doubt you're capable of that emotion or many others.

Oh, don't be so cold. I'm capable of many emotions. I can love and hate and mourn like any other.

Well, except maybe you - little robot.

Mourn? I find that highly unlikely. I doubt you feel much of anything other than whatever you fake.

And for your information, I was perfectly capable of feeling emotions before I arrived here. ~~I just lack the control I'm used to~~

Now which one of us is being the horrible one, hm? Who said I couldn't feel? You made me angry after all.

Before? So now you lack them? How honest of you.

You certainly show no evidence of being capable of basic emotions like empathy. I imagine you only react to things that affect your precious delusion of being a 'death god'. But then, from what I've noticed, much of your world is built around delusions, even your own gender.

I suppose it gives you a sense of power or something equally fake.

And that's not what I meant. Isn't it ironic that even before I arrived here, when I was a 'robot', as you seem to think of me anyway, I still would have been considered more human than you?

That's only because I had no reason to give you any since you're being a terrible ass about denying my existence when I'm standing right in front of you.

Honestly, for someone who's supposedly so smart, you can be such a moron.

And being considered human is an insult. Don't try it again or I will find you tonight and give you a second act to your little tragedy.

I'm merely denying that you're a 'death god' as you claim, instead of a delusional human. And considering your idea of 'proof' has been to be able to see in the dark, hardly a god-like ability, and to attack me, it would seem I'm correct that you're simply delusional.

I doubt you'll find me such easy prey a second time. I'm ready for you now.

After all, delusions aside, you're still only human.

That's only because I don't have my scythe! These bastards stole it from me when they brought me here! And I swear if you put quotes around that one more time I'll rip your hand off.

Augh, don't remind me of this disgusting body. It has a heartbeat. It's loud. I don't like it.

...a scythe. Of course that's why.

Well I suppose it would make sense that someone claiming to be a 'death god' would also claim to own a scythe. Though it doesn't lend much weight to your claim of being a 'death god' that simply not having it here has effected you so badly.

But then they say that a poor workman blames his tools, or at least that's how I believe the phrase goes.

I said stop that.

You're making me angry again, Brainiac 5. Do you really want to do that again? The last time you were crying as you fled. I almost thought you were going to wet yourself in fear.

And losing my scythe is everything! Not that I expect you to understand. Mortals aren't supposed to know how death works anyway.

[the handwriting is noticeably more rushed]

You took me by surprise. As I've stated, I don't intend to have that happen again. The next time we meet, it will be on my terms and I will be more than happy to prove to you how little power you actually have.

Death doesn't 'work', it just is. But then I suppose someone who claims to be a 'death god' would want to pretend there is something mysterious to it all.

Oh, that's it. I hope you enjoyed having a hand while you did. You're losing it tonight, you little glock.

And the second I find my scythe, you're losing the rest of you, too.

Am I supposed to be afraid of you? If anything all this has shown is that you're less in control than you claim to be.

Particularly as all you can seem to fall back on is repeating your claims of being a 'death god' and threats.

It's pathetic really.

And you always fall back on your "no proof, no truth" idiocy. God should strike you down where you stand for the blasphemies you've rained upon Him.

[the quotations have been furiously scratched out]

How dare you doubt me?! As if being stuck in this hellhole wasn't bad enough, you and your little moron friends have been making everything worse!

I'm going to enjoy ripping your heart out and feeding it to you.

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