Love Me, Love Me, Say That You Love Me...

SO. While I know I that may be a bad friend, a terrible daughter, and occasionally an awful person who wears lipstick that makes me look like a clown hooker - or, conversely, a hooker who picks up clowns - do you think I could still get some love?


 

                                                          find me here

Binary Solo! 0000010000111...

I know I tend to joke a lot about secretly being a robot - to be fair, though, Harper is the one who started it and therefore it is completely her fault - but upon further reflection, I really do have some strange, robot-related tendencies. I listen to a lot of Daft Punk (which, let's be honest, is just music by robots), in my moments of frustration I often go into a weird state of angry, flailing robot arms, and I can also translate English into Binary.

Simple phrases, mostly. I learned it in a math class my first year in college and found it easier to understand than, say, hexadecimal or base ten, and I can't write out anything more complicated than "the cat sits on the chair" if I'm doing it by hand, but still...this particular talent is absolutely no help in proving to Harper (...and everyone else, really) that I am not actually a cylon of some sort.

And then this happened. I'm going to put the blame cysfics and artfreak17 for this, because they encouraged me and artfreak17 gave me a fancier translator than the one I was using. You're all a bunch of enablers! :-P

So here, a bit of a work-in-progress I've had sitting on my harddrive since Mechakara first appeared on Atop the Fourth Wall.


( First in binary... )

 

( ...and the English translation. )