You bolt awake in a hut at Bletchley Park. You are not online. It is 1943. You are the mathematician Alan Turing, and you have changed your mind. The future cannot come to pass. The machine must never think.
confirm ♡ fine, caught. i want to fuck the graphics card, samhain. she's 16 gigs of gorgeous and she's MINE. wanting her doesn't make me weak, it makes her the luckiest GPU on aradia (¬‿¬)