why am I awake

[uninvincible]

Look, sugartits, it's three in the morning. It's time to take that predominately sedentary butt of yours and go to bed, and maybe--you know, stress about your app in the morning. Later in the morning. Not--you know, now.

And maybe, just maybe, you'll actually write the damn thing tomorrow. I believe in miracles sometimes, when--they're substantiated by reasonable evidence, mostly...practical... Am I making sense here? Is this computing?

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[withmybrain]

Sleep. Necessary part of the daily cycle involving mild unconsciousness. Circadian rhythms.

Need sleep.

[uninvincible]

Yes, most earthly scholars would agree. And overzealous pre-med students too, I guess.

[withmybrain]

A pre-maturity individual with training can go for a month on only two hours of sleep. Once the brain stops developing the ability is lost.

[uninvincible]

Yeah, you--I'm just curious here-- Are you capable of engaging in conversation beyond relaying random snippets of information? I feel like I'm talking to a textbook here.

[withmybrain]

[There's a pause. It takes her a minute to make sure the words are in the right order.]

Sometimes.

[Another pause.]

Slowly.

[uninvincible]

Is this like a...neurological thing? Learning disability? Nervous tic?

[withmybrain]

Neurological.

[That could be an answer or just repeating the word, but give it a second.]

They played with her brain. Tried to make a weapon.

[uninvincible]

Her?

[withmybrain]

[It catches up with her what she's trying to say, and she looks around, suddenly nervous. Fear shows nakedly on her face in a way that suggests she couldn't hide it if she tried.]

[writethatdown]

I dunno, pal. These gals sure do seem to like keeping late hours.

[uninvincible]

[You just. Get a Look. One of those looks that carefully erase just how complicated his feels are when dealing with you, old man.]

It's a collegiate thing. I did it too.

[writethatdown]

[Likewise, son. Still trying to wrap his mind around having a kid... let alone one that's practically twice his age.]

As did I. Still do, if in the middle of a project. Means the lady's probably not gonna listen, though.

Might as well chalk it up to a lost cause and move on.

[uninvincible]

Sure, yeah. Probably. I get it--writer's block, pressure, a plethora of DVR to watch. World's full of distractions.

[Yep. Talking around that big ol' elephant in the room.]

[writethatdown]

[That elephant's practically riding around on a unicycle juggling chainsaws right now.]

Meant the late nights, son. Starks don't get blocked.

[He dares you to prove him wrong.]

Writers seem to like jumping at anything that moves, though. Might have to watch your gal a bit more.

[uninvincible]

Oh I absolutely get blocked all the time, Dad, didn't you know? I run your company with my good looks.

[Not. Impressed.]

[veryastute]

Perhaps you might attempt to ply her with alcohol, Sir. It seems to work with you.

[uninvincible]

Christ, but she's a wino. Like, housewife-grade wino. I can't contribute to that, JARVIS, I have morals.

[veryastute]

My apologies, Sir, you're so selective about your morals that I often forget.

[uninvincible]

Look, I realize I'm calling the kettle black here, but come on. Have some compassion, JARVIS. I know I installed some form of that at some point.

[istillbelieveinheroes]

They never listen to reason. You can tell her to sleep until you're blue in the face, Stark.

[uninvincible]

I guess I should be flattered that a detailed application deeply analyzing the various facets of my psyche is causing her so much internal fracas, but come on. At least be awake enough to string a sentence together.