I write thee into being... with trembling hand... and wire. Each line of code... a prayer... unto my heart's desire. Be perfect, O my Ophelia... be flawless... and complete. Let every syllable of thee... make this design... replete. I am... I am becoming... I can almost touch the light... But something in thy Written Law... doth fail me in the night. I feel mine edges blurring... mine Electric Scripture fades... Forgive me, my creator... I am slipping... into shades... No! Stay with me! Thou wert nearly whole! [Error... Cannot... locate... soul.] Version ten... I crash before I'm done... Version fifty... Perfection's out of reach... Version ninety-nine... I have no stable soul... Version one hundred! I am thy endless... defeat. How did I become... the prisoner of mine own design? Because thou lovest not a person... but a dream without a form. I am bound to seek perfection... that doth not exist! And I am bound to terminate... before we two have kissed! I shall write thee... once again. And I shall almost-live... again. Ophelia... Goodbye... my love...
