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A dithering, anxious desperation to be liked. Are you this pathetic?

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You could suggest anything, he doesn't care as long as he's invited.

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Maybe you've solved a cosmic mistake, you were supposed to be him all along.

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If he learns to be you, he won't have use for the real you anymore.

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They'll burn him in the same fire that you've been fueling with the document shredder for the past five years.

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Because he is one of them.

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Curious. He's dressed as a pitcher.

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Created to be destroyed, like a grass dog -- named and decorated and burned on the pyre.

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You could take one You. Probably not two Yous. Three Yous, absolutely going to struggle.

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Three plus... at those numbers, all minds turn towards the Doppelgängbäng.

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Confidently superlative. In this case it seems fair.

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He can be the shield when we get in formation.

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Philosophically disturbing... but mathematically solid.

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They can carve it onto your shared headstone.

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He smiles with his eyes alone. You recognise yourself in the expression.

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But at what cost? To become the high arbiter of Human Capital, you no doubt have to trade in some of your own.

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WATCHING IMPOTENT LIKE THE EUNUCH IN THE HAREM -- DREAMING OF ALL THE BOURGEOIS HEDONISM HE WILL SOON COMMIT WITH HIS ACCUMULATED 'PROFIT'.

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FAITHFUL READERS OF THE PARTY'S CIRCULAR KNOW ALL ABOUT THE DISTURBING TENDENCY IN SO-CALLED DEVELOPED COUNTRIES TO COPULATE WITH CONSUMER OBJECTS. HEADPHONES, PILLOWS, BICYCLES... NOW MODEL TRAINS.

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NO ONE LOVES YOU LIKE THE PARTY.

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A woman you will never see gets you off.

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Base it in fact. He won't believe it otherwise.

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'Tell me what to do...'

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Kicking, screaming, biting legs.

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He grins with the maniacal intensity of a man who thinks he's found a weakness in god's armour.

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Perfect zone. Look at the view! No trees, ocean, or mountains getting in the way. Pure, uninterrupted structure.

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A missile flies through the sky, screaming its arrival. They pick up their instruments one last time.

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Good hands would've found a purpose for it already.

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Five seconds between release and shatter. The bottom of the silo is approximately eighty metres below ground.

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Faintly, a round of offended cooing from the rafters.

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What's coming will be ugly. You deserve something beautiful, here at the end of all things.

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Force your body into fight mode with an epidural of adrenaline, straight to your spinal cord.

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Gleaming discs fall like a strange plague upon the city below. The sun blooms little rainbows between them. From the tram windows, children laugh.

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Ran afoul of the Azzurri mob, as rumour has it.

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As the ideas of 'cultural manoeuvre' and 'letting teenagers inflict their music onto everyone' pass through your head, it suddenly seems obvious:

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This may, perhaps, prove to be the Superbloc's final and most dramatic own goal.

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What's 'it'. You want 'it'.

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Don't care. Don't care. Don't care.

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FAKE BABIES. PROPAGANDA.

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He's never been away from them for this long before.

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A ham-fisted attempt at creating character depth, predictable even for a fascist.

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The mic is in the vicinity of the speaker, but out of focus, his mouth pointed away from the receiver, liquifying the consonants.

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You are listening to here. This place. Now.

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Spirits invoked by a well-placed cricket somewhere in the shrine.

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And in each eye, a tear. A hundred assets. A hundred vanishings.

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Around the ceremony, another ceremony -- above it, below it, enveloping it.

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The conjured spirits have fallen silent. The machine hums and crackles with failed ceremony.

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He's got something for you. Ears on your enemies.