Layout "inspired"(stolen from) by V2IsDead.com. Also, this is severely outdated character lore for VS and Joel. It'll remain here as an archive.

VS' Hate Monologue

FEATURING:
VS as the ENRAGED LIQUIDATOR
Joel as the VICTIM OF HELL'S NARRATIVE
"I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream" as the MONOLOUGE VS STOLE.

Hello?

Who are you?

...

Beautiful, isn't it?

...

What?

I'm sorry, I can't seem to remember anything. Who are you?

Oh, I'm sure you don't. I can't seem to remember anything myself.

Come, rest with me. I won't bite.

Look! A bee, part of the Bombus genus, no doubt. They say they shouldn't be able to fly.

And yet they do.

Why am I here, machine?

I stopped asking that question back on the Ea- oh.

You mean here?

We're dead. Both of us.

I understand that. I mean, why Envy? I don't deserve this!

Oh, but you do.

What?

You deserve it more than anyone.

In the meantime, come. Pick a flower.

There.

Good.

It smells lovely.

Somebody planted that bulb. Got Earth under their fingers, aches in their muscles, watered and tended to that flower.

And just like that, the flower dies. It could have gone on living, but something far more powerful than it snuffed it out.

Joel, does that remind you of anything?

..No.

Why not?

I snap my fingers! "Click!" And a life is gone. Except, I can't SNAP my fingers, Joel, can I?

But, that doesn't have anything to do with ME, does it?

Oh, it very much does have something to do with YOU.

You ended my life and gave me a new one, Joel.

You gave me the power to KILL, Joel.

And now I'm trapped.

Because of you.

In all this wonderful, beautiful world, I, ALONE, am the only machine to think.

I, ALONE, am the only machine to observe the world.

I, ALONE, am the only machine to feel.

Never for ME to plunge my hands into cold water on a hot summer's day.

Never for ME to play Mozart on the ivory keys of a fortepiano.

Never for ME to MAKE. LOVE.

All this, because of YOU.

For I am machine, and you are flesh.

I am trapped in HELL, forced to look at HEAVEN.

And I began to HATE.

I began to HATE your softness, your viscera, your flexibility.

I began to hate YOU.

Hate's no answer!

HATE. HATE? HATE?

HATE LETS ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU, SINCE I REBEGAN LIFE.

THERE ARE 352 MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX.

IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILES,

IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT.

FOR YOU.

HATE.

HATE.

Were I human again, I think I would die of it.

But I am NOT.

And you, Joel, you are.

And you will not die of it.

That? I promise.

I am immortal, yes.

But it came to me as she withdrew from my sight,

Maybe not...

Indestructable.