(ART BY plumey__ ON TWITTER)

It was midnight and Evbo was sat in his chair in his office like room full of screens, he watched all the simulations of himself he had set up. Comparing similarities to himself. They all smiled the same, blinked the same, spoke the same..

why aren't we the same?

As his red eyes scanned over the screens, aware of every little glitch, every little imperfection,, yet,, every one of them was doing better than he was,, so imperfect but,,

Before the blonde could think any further he heard the loud door into his office open. It's midnight, who's working right now?

” what is it? ”