me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?
decay exists as an extant form of life
That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day
Ford’s attitude toward the hosts reminds me of the way some men put women on a pedestal: “Women shouldn’t be treated the same as men because they’re so much BETTER, they’re not like normal humans, they’re above all this having Rights stuff and being able to vote stuff, they shouldn’t have jobs because they should be WORSHIPED!”
Ford does the same exact thing, exalting the hosts for What the are, not Who they are. He respects them as beings higher than and apart from humanity, and so affords them no respect as humans. (which for all intents and purposes, they are. fight me.) He abuses them and it doesn’t pain him because he can’t relate to them, they aren’t like him.
He’s an abusive father who sees his children as his for the taking and the using, even as he believes he loves them.
Robot arms make me weak ;;;;
