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[Recovered cellular text – circa December 2017]
Dear Noob.
I’m not really good at these, you know? Long texts, I mean. I… I really prefer calls, haha, but you haven’t been picking up recently and that’s really obvious because you’ve been missing for a week now and
And I’m really mad! I’m really mad at you!
You left Tac all alone!
Don’t worry though, I’ve been like, crashing at your place and trying to trace your footsteps and all of that, so she’s been well fed and well walked – cats like walks right? At least yours does!
Those guys from your other friend group told me that you were last seen at some haunted mansion thingy, or at least, you were all planning to go there but then all of them ditched. But you’d have gone, right? Because even if there was a slight chance that one of your friends went, you’re the type who wouldn’t want them to be alone. Haha. I-
…
Sorry, this voice to text thing cut off.
But um, I don’t have anything else to really say so…
Missing you lots and come back soon! Bye!
V
[Recovered cellular text – circa December 2017]
Dear Noob.
The admins checked, and no, you’re not off to Brookhaven or wherever to visit family or something, so that, that complicates a few things. You didn’t show up on any public transport records or cab logs and you don’t own a car, and I know I was really really good at teaching you skate but I’m sure you can’t have left metropolitan Robloxia on just a skateboard! Besides, I found it, you know, the board, under your bed. I’ve read how some people keep old clothes and blankets of people who are gone so they can still smell them, but I don’t have a sense of smell. Tac does, and she’s been swaddling in your sweaters. It’s really cute! I’ll send you a picture after this.
Congrats Noob! You’re officially a missing person now! You look nervous in the picture for the poster, I wonder if that’s just because you’re just… in anticipation for wherever you’re off to now.
I–
I swear, I’ll be really mad if you and Sixer eloped! She became so mean to you! I mean, I know you still had attachment for them even after you guys cut off, but… I–
As long as you’re happy, maybe I can be happy for you as well.
^w^
Hehe, that’s what my face looks like.
:3
>:3
I’ll need to move out of your place soon because it’s going to become an active investigation site. Good thing that I don’t leave biological tamperings… I don’t remember what the moderator said. Thanks for letting me use your flat for a month.
I’ll keep Tac safe.
Missing you lots as always!
V
[Recovered cellular text – circa January 2018]
Dear Noob.
Hiii, did you miss me? I know I know, it’s been a month, how could I leave you all alone like this for all that time? Well, Noob, Newbie, Noobalicious, I have…
…
Bought an apartment! Yay!!!
Before you ask me, no, I didn’t steal the money. I got a job too, two of them actually, a funky delivery gig and construction plus repair at the HQ. I’m real strong, so I’m pretty helpful here and there. Do you remember seeing 3/18 on the news? Gosh that seems like ages ago now, but in that week, I thought the tragedy would last forever. Like, on every screen I saw were just rubble and fallen buildings and the death toll going higher and higher… but now, I think we’re recovering. Slowly. No, they still haven’t found John Doe yet. They still haven’t found you yet, and your posters are already yellowing and peeling!
…I’ll think of something lighter to say…
Oh! You’d be real proud of me because last week was my one year anniversary of going clean from shoplifting!
Not– not like that was particularly light, huh.
I can imagine you nodding along and saying something nice, that’s really good Vee, that’s amazing, and I’d cheer right back up and say uh huh, I’m awesome, right?
Christmas was miserable. I… I was really lonely, but New Years was a little better. I didn’t have a shift so I spent time with Tac in the public library and recharged my batteries and a nice family came up and said that they saw me rebuild some houses and that was really lovely.
I miss you. I miss you so much.
V
[Recovered cellular text – circa February 2018]
I miss you.
Happy Valentine's by the way.
Before I left your flat for good, I kept one of your sweaters, jeans and dresses – um, the summer one.
I can’t smell, Noob, but I was made to at least be able to feel texture. I lay out your clothes and sleep beside them every night.
Sorry I– I sound really creepy right now right?
I.
I’ll talk to you later.
V
[Handwritten letter found in Unit 4, Floor 8, 3202 Bellavue Road – circa April 2018]
Dear Noob.
Your number got disconnected. It’s
It’s fine.
It’s better this way, don’t you think? That you’ll never see this?
I guess I’ll confess.
I liked you, Newbie. I liked you a lot. I’m one of Builderman’s pet projects that didn’t go so well, but you
You decided to be my friend. You thought I was cool.
In my memories, I’ve tucked a few of my most important recollections with full details still attached, things like coordinates, 3d meshes, temperature, all that jazz.
Most of them are of you.
My hands at your waist and stabilising your form on the skateboard. That day when we went out to the countryside and looked at the farms. Your first ollie.
I got real jealous when you and Sixer got all cuddly and stuff, but I kept pixelling out smiles on my screen because if you’re happy, I’m happy, even if I’d have to share you with someone else. You’re one Mx Popular, you know? And… I’m the tomboy best friend who’s likeable, but doesn’t end up with you.
I guess you can say that I love you, but the stories all agree that robots can’t love, right?
Even still.
I’ll be the first robot that’s ever loved.
You are hard-wired into me. If you broke my carbon-fibre shell with a hammer and kept hitting me after that, over and over again, I’m sure that when I’m a million pieces on the floor, the electricity still running in my circuits will spell out your name.
Yours Love,
V
[Handwritten letter found in Unit 4, Floor 8, 3202 Bellavue Road – circa May 2018]
Dear Noob.
IMISSYOUMISSYOUIMISSYOUIMISSYOURHAIRYOURSKINYOURSMILEYOURHANDSIMISSEVERYTHINGANDYOUVELEFTAHOLESOBIGINTHESPACESBETWEENMYCODEILOVEYOUSOSOMUCHICOULDDIEFROMITSVOLUMEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASECOMEBACKIPROMISEWELLBEHAPPYTOGETHERIPROMISEIWONTBEWEIRDIPROMISEITSFINEIFYOUDONTLOVEMEBACKIMISSYOUPLEASECOMEBACKILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOUILOVEYOU
[Handwritten letter found in Unit 4, Floor 8, 3202 Bellavue Road – circa July 2018]
Dear ∎∎∎∎.
I wanted to thank you for everything you've done for me. It really means a lot. I know it can be kind of difficult to share your true feelings... It's difficult for anyone, you know? Even me, haha. But I want you to know I feel the same way. After thinking about it, I really do. I missed you so much. We were both in denial of how much we missed each other, I think. You had your own reasons for trying to keep your distance... But now, I'm able to see how much you were struggling. You don't have to go through it all alone, ∎∎∎∎. I'll be here for you, always. Even if the whole world is ending, I'll be there, okay?
Haha. I'm sorry. I don't really know what else to write. I'm kind of getting emotional, you know? I've been waiting for this for so long. I decided... I don't want to move forward anymore. I don't want to see tomorrow. I'd give anything to go back. These days, everything blurs together. Even the exciting things fade after a while. I'm afraid it's going to keep happening. It will happen with everyone... even ∎∎∎∎∎ will eventually... I don't want to risk it. It's just... better to go back, don't you think? Back as far as possible. We could go back to before the universe existed. We could be two stars that live for billions of years before we both die. We can watch the entire world from afar. It will be fun. Because we both see each other for who we are. If anyone will accept me as a celestial body of gas, I know it will be you, ∎∎∎∎. I'll accept you as well. And then, after 13.7 billion years have passed, we'll restart it all over, just so we never have to experience that day again.
That was the day that ruined everything. It took her from you. It took you from me. I think that if we can just delude ourselves into pretending it never happened at all erasing it from every timeline so there's no more despair in our hearts, then we can be happy. Maybe I'll become powerful enough to do that. Maybe we can grasp the power to forget. To send it all into oblivion. That's what you want, too, isn't it ∎∎∎∎? That's what this has all been for. Well... it's also been for you and I. For erasing all of the unhappiness from our lives. Do you think there's more out there for us? That there's more to this world? I feel like there's something in my periphery can't quite place. It's like the corner of a page peeling back. What is that? I can't tell. I don't know what it is. There's something I can almost see. There's something I can almost see. There's something I can almost see. There's something I can almost see. There's something I can almost see. There's something I
Love,
∎