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You are intruding on something far more intimate than an exchange of intelligence.

He seems nice, just wave at him as you go by.

Ultimate solidarity with PSEUDOPOD. You can feel what he felt as the disc ripped his mind clean.

Your dear friend Tempo, dead twice on your watch.

You hear her stare too: So do I just fucking stand here like a Collateral Cunt or...?

Your heart cracks. For your new friend and the old one within her.

He's recited this story many times. The telling never gets any easier.

Pump him up, really get him going. His feverish delusions can't be dispelled, only magnified.

Drawn by the malice in his master's voice.

The clown thing really got to him. Nice.

Reminders of a world worth returning to.

His smile is warm, knowing.

She has a purpose.

Dedicated to the fight, waging it on a back-alley field. She'll do whatever she can to help you.

An apology that she left it broken, or that somebody else had to fix it.

She's begging you to change the truth.

Even now, in this lonely corner of the world, it finds you.

You weren't who they needed you to be then, but maybe, maybe you are now.

She imagines watching your names glide past together. Novessa premiere, Kino Harmoonia, front row, your hand on hers.

Even now, in this lonely corner of the world, her voice finds you.

Take it. A keepsake for the road.

In this man's mental-life, physical violence is what happens to other people.

No spouse. No friends. No passions. No beliefs. Just this.

To you. Because you're a client.

A dramatic change in her voice.

Laughter, nervous.

Sarcasm, laced with longing.

For you, as much as it is for him. Has to keep himself sharp, or that'll be the day he loses.

Could be another of his sales pitches. Could be...

People like him have an intuition for things like this. Mystic knowledge, passed down through the generations... this isn't good news.

Poor guy. You should make sure he's okay, at least.

The dead and the discarded.

Carmuna's life flashes before your eyes. She never would have grown old had that day gone according to plan.

Don't worry about his feelings. It suits you so much better.

Final proof that he was not bluffing about her address. It's too much for the poor pilots to bear.

Your own, maybe?

Panicked. You've got him up against the wall of his own heart.

His relief is such that it's almost a shame to correct his illusions.

Slowly, with a kind of chemotheraputic drip, the knowledge of what you have just done sinks in.

Preferably not at your friends. In fact, it might be best if you simply refrain from contact with people you don't intend to destroy.

A nuclear core of psychosis... both real and imagined...

He's lying, maybe even to himself.

The mangled remains of an aborted paternal instinct have congregated around that two-headed horse like homeless men around a trash fire.

Somewhere below the tram's thin floor lies her abandoned life, scattered like aircraft wreckage.

But she's very glad you're here.

My Intrepid Homosexual Orgy.

A vision of Karolina's home life suddenly flashes before you. Her father -- doting, concerned, overbearing.

He sympathizes with any organism that can survive under bleakly hostile conditions.

You've neatly slotted yourself into the 'drug-seeking behaviour' category in his eyes.

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