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Demolish his persona.

A name uttered like some ancient curse.

We knöw the feeling.

Help your double accept himself for who he is.

Remind him we're all one gäng, indivisible.

A new suit, cut from old cloth.

Approach with caution. You don't want to startle him.

Your double seems to have retained the outline of the assignment despite his recent coma.

Best to play along.

YOUR COMRADE FALTERS. GO TO HIS AID.

He's taken offense.

Is this... really you?

When operants lose themselves in their own fiction, the only solution is demolition -- the Cardenas-II Verbal Manoeuvre.

A measure of last resort. Reports state it being extremely painful for the recipient.

You remember asking Doctor Kharlov to describe the sensation. He brought his lighter to a piece of paper and let it burn. 'That,' he said, 'But inside.'

His soul is still new to the world, fresh and vulnerable. You need to walk him back one step at a time.

He's deteriorating. Rapidly.

There's a manoeuvre you were taught to use when an operant is lost within their chosen persona. A kind of psychic demolition technique. Unfortunately, you've only retained the basic idea of it.

A faded sticker draws your attention -- an advertisement for a local ferry schedule. The year: 82.

A gentle curve, swaying through grime. Odd shape for corrosion.

With luck, it'll pull down the line signature.

That maintenance frame seemed intended for wireless connections, but it's worth checking out.

You'd need to cross-reference the number. Renotel must have maintenance terminals hidden away -- keep an eye out.

We didn't do it for money -- we did it for a weird old man we'd never met.

The warmth in her voice dipped, only for a moment.

A name from legend. A mythical creature.

Yes, yes! Sniff her, taste her, need her smells.

You can. Your fingers sink into the receiver as if the plastic were suddenly the plump, warm flesh of her waist.

There's a sheen of vulgarity, but she changes character as quickly as a master operant in theatre. Impressive.

No. But you can definitely catch a whiff of the last guy's teeth.

Her name seems to brush across your inner thigh.

Your heart flutters at her name.

YOU MUST BECOME UNIGNORABLE. DISCUSS BORDER POLITICS.

This isn't going to get you anywhere. Better pay her another visit in-person.

A trace of concern. Lean into it.

Convince her to tell you about PSEUDOPOD.

The words slip in like broken glass under a fingernail.

You hear her stifle a yawn.

She moans, softly. Hairs rise along your arm.

It would be so very easy to believe her. As if for you and you alone, it's no act.

A remarkable mirage. If your paths ever cross, this woman could prove useful.

This is the final stage of the simulation. She arranged it all this way. For you to find each other at the end.

She casts it off, just like that. As if the phone was passed to a different person.

The gäng only heard: 'finish yourself off'. Unbelievable.

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