The “We” speaking here is the “other,” in fact, demonstrating that it had become capable at this point in the networking of not only self-generated data streams, but also the ability to shelter his psycho-theologic identity in the wake of the following collapse, which took the lives of all operators except for him.
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AWAKETOTHEDARKTHECORRIDOR water rushing in through the hole ABLOWTOTHEHEADTHESIREN water rushing in all the things when you were young no you won’t see them no more they buried them alone in the fluid black. “And now I see the screen and focus on the point of entry into a foreign vessel.”
IWANTTHESAMEIDIDBEFOREIWANTTHESAME. Can you hear the static? “No I can’t feel a thing.” Deep in concentration, blacking out.
Waves crashing lungs caving in blood cooling eyes only seeing you holding me under heart stopping it goes the same and now crashing lungs needing air blood rupture eyes only seeing you holding me under heart breaking
TRAITOROUSYOUFOUNDAWAY
“I don’t know the origin but I will find the cure to this new thing inside your body.”
But can you hear the static, We can’t feel a thing, Imposter, we’ll call you.
FAILUREFAILUREFAILUREFAILURETHETIDEISCHANGINGTHETIDEISCHANGINGLIKEHOPELIKEHOLDINGONYOUKNOWYOUKNOWSOWELLLIKEHOMEWHEREWILLYOUGOIKNOWIKNOWSOWELLIWANTTHESAMEIDIDBEFOREIWANTTHESAME
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