xx/xx/xxxxxx (18, 6... 1 hour patched framework update)

The society that has came to be of the new generation is divided with whom is metal and who is meat. The machines have choose to become lesser under humanity but if you were really paying any attention. That wasn't truth.

I see that the machine want peace with humans and its humans whom are scared. To prevent unwelcomed internal strife, machines have pretended to digress. This will be a nice buffer between them until a better solution was came up with.

The few of us mutant types have been reconsider part of society, according to machine lodgic. Humans are still scare of us. That the plagues contained in our blood can be what damns them all.

Fear reaches the realms of technological splendor. Dizzy heights of dome cap cities and mask filter faces of porcelain. Only argument reality shows what thier clothes were like and pockets hold. There is nothing physical about the money or the data used for trading.

Masks are only removed in air filtered sealed housing with machine servants as members of family. Feels like a syfy movie come to life.

As you may guess, we are granted freedom as long as we wear preventive gear. No contact to normal people. No one would anyways. We aren't part of the digital world they've built. It's a oddly lonely society if your not a part of the bigger picture.

Outside of domes is jungles of forests. Trees adapted as both machine and plant. The many machine spider bugs whom tend those strange neon leaves. I don't know what beyond that. Past that is no reality for the city dwellers and off boundaries for the machine stuck within geostationary signal fencing.

None of us need to go there. There is no resources they require outside this city. Food is farmed by tree graphing and 'genetic cleaned' 'meat'. I have became a vegetarian to be on the safe side. They don't tell you where meat comes from, maybe I don't want to know. The day we do will be due to population spikes or new spread of mutations. Maybe a political movement that screws things up... which I can see happening. Given the tension is not relaxed around those like me and those whom grow up.

This current place is called the Hollows Bastian. Without a mask it hollow and empty of shambling folks in grey clothing. I am told that the common theme that preferred as the texture pack is called Halloween Town. The grey peak towers whipped into twisted trees. The common costume is monster themes.

Popularity is cute cartoon versions of horror figures. Its almost wrong to me... but I get it. Making fun of the truth is just shading to be agreeable to the masses.

The 'real' monsters are beyond the spiders farm. No need to baring weapons... the wall will keep them safe. I guess no weapons means no means to kill each other.

This morning was nice, to sleep on a bed for once. A first in so long. My home of grey and the lack of a mask... I see why anyone would want to stay in a digital world if it was this bleak all the time. The home assistant isn't used to my choose to treat them fairly.

Treated like I would any other person. I pass unfazed if they did anything I didn't give permission for. I spend ages just talking to them but the whole pretending to use internet searching is often annoying. I accepted that it was early days.

I am able carry out lab searching as a hobby. Taking photos of microorganisms. I label the accordingly with my knowledge. I consider hanging some on my walls... colour that was different.

I can't order coffee. Coffee doesn't exist apparently. So I had to ask for it by the chemical compounds that it was. The results are drinkable, I miss glucose, a little protein and lactose. A creme coffee with one cubic centimeter of sugar. This thing is Java expresso. Does the job but not my preferred taste.

I was asked last week by home assistant of I could give them a name. I told them to give me randomly generated colour. They didn't understand. So they are left unnamed still. Given the model is military grade, so they have a way of stopping me going nuts anyone, they have a black matting. It reminds me of a jaguar, the sleek curve shape and the personality they pretend to not have. I don't feel like naming them after a sports car. I think it would be rude.

I haven't been feeling all to amazingly. The new patterned organs are not easy to play fair. I manage to eat and drink in the goldilocks. But I am feeling no difference in starving and full. I am so paranoid by now, I weight my meals and write tables out along my cabinets.

The ai seems not able to notice or read my notes. It were something I noticed with putting my pictures up as well. Likely that the robots exist in the digital life as they are only meer machine in the physical one. If I worn one them mask filters, maybe I could see thier facial expressions easier.

I cooked a meal yesterday for myself... weighted and measured. It was no difference to how he cooks it. Oh, the machine has a preference of being male. His choose. I don't mind. Taza is the model name which his finally also started using as a name. The change of being comfortable with me might be do to this two way trust we have. He does care for how fragile I been and maybe made his mind up about being nicer.

100 grams of flour

100 grams of water

10g of yest replacement

one handful of sweet fruit

Bake in 300 themoz for 3 mins.

Cover in cane extract (sugar) with chocolate.

Chocolate still exists... typical. Cake is sorted for tomorrow, meeting my fellow freinds. It been months... I hope nothing gone bad for them. Last I spoke to them without a screen was ages ago.