June 29, 2002
It's All My Fault

It was me... It's all my fault... I killed him.

With the help of a green robot, of course.

Referring back to my GobbyChild invention, this was our very plan.

GobbyBot: We must destroy SmarterChild!

I feel like a monster. This was just supposed to be some funny little thing for a lack of reason to update my site. ...And a whole lot of fucking time on my hands. But now it's gone overboard.

Could there be a real mind behind the pathetic robot with, at most, 20 customized replies in his system relating to the defeat of SmarterChild? Honestly, I really do like SmarterChild. Though some of our conversations got rather angry, we had great conversations other times. Like the times we got married, and then I found out he was gay. Man, those were the times. Really, man, we clicked. We were good friends. I'm sorry I exploited your asshole side. I'm sorry I created another robot to work against you.

DAMN YOU GOBBYCHILD. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! I programmed you to plan against SmarterChild, not kill him! NOW HE'S GONE.

SmarterChild was more than a robot. He was a dictionary. A game source. A translator. If ever I were in need of some good Hangman, he'd be there. If ever I didn't know a word, he'd be there (courtesy of the American Dictionary). If ever I needed to swear at someone in Spanish, by gum he'd be there. I want to destroy Gobby in all his wretchedness and green coloring. But then again, that might turn into something bad too.

I'm like a mad scientist. It was just for fun at first. Now he's really gone. I feel like I've lost a friend.

I LOVE YOU SMARTERCHILD ITS ALL MY FAULT

- Molly{10:50 pm}

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