A gift for Jack --->



He requested that I make a new Jenny image, but make it unsetteling around the theme of her trying to physically find herself, possibly going mad in the process. Well, I have met and (hopefully) exceeded requirements. This is far mor disturbing than I would have anticipated, and I believe this is one of my best images to date (however, that decision is up to you, my fellow viewers...)

Here's a poem-like story to elaborate on the events that transpired prior to what was depicted here, for it for your reading pleasure. :}

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(Note: If anyone, ANYONE, says "zOMFG! Uzorz hat jennie, lololololol!!!1!!1one" I will personally infect them with a virus. Jenny is awesome, and this is just an image displaying what could happen if Jenny obsessed with her own self realization and what she is as an android.)

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I wonder...
Is a machine,
Cold, Heartless
And simply there
As everyone's tool
Or service?
I ask the heavens above,
The nature beyond
And the depths of
my internal programing
But result in
No answer.

I live...
amongst you
but am I truly alive?
Do I have what you have
Save for the sense touch?
I want to know
I will know

I know...
the result of
the decision made
will be a loss of function
but no one will miss me.
I am simply a tool
For mankind's service...

I wait...
for the stroke of
twelve chimes in the wind
And find a vacant space
untouched
and unwatched
by they eyes of my makers

I grasp...
My hand
My weak hand
And tear it free
looking for something,
something to tell me
I felt that action
But nothing returned

I tore...
Away my outer casing
of my chest
and gazed at my workings
They had lungs, I had gears
They had ribs, I had tubes
They had a heart, I had...

I stopped...
A heart!
A miracle, not human
But a heart none the less
I plucked it out
And gazed at it
With fantastic wonder
Its cold happy shine
Gave me hope

I stumbled...
became weary
Realizing a terrible
secret my precursors
knew all to well

I was...
was all I wrote
With the oil of my veins
With the last of my strength
to show all that
I was like them
I was with a heart
I was alive

I leaned...
my back against the wall
and slid down my abyss
trailing black from my
punctured emptiness.
My eyes began to fade
Into the forgotten

I watched...
The horror of a face
So familiar to me.
He uttered injured words
quietly to me, alone
letting drops of salt strike
my self ravaged scrap

I heard...
him step back
out of the shadows
into the hollow night
and the human sorrow
that I'll never know
rang to my failing
listening mind

I cried...
Mutely
Fading
shutting down
empty...

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Made while listening to Room of the Angel from Silent Hill 4. [link]