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No, wait, come back!

YOU ARE BEING LULLED BY A SIREN.

The magic phone, in your room... Her knight, her sword, her lover returned...

Wake up. This isn't Melita.

This is the real deal. She fakes it with everyone else, but with you, she means it.

That's Melita's accent.

Here it comes, your favourite part. A vaguely stern woman is about to choreograph you.

That's her using the method on you. Feels different over the phone.

Her 'canny method', it must be.

A shock through your body, the colour draining from your face. You shudder with pleasure.

You knew this was your fate. You knew you'd be right back there.

You need the cicada's scream, you crave it -- shrill and empty. It silences the nonsense of your dreams.

You gasp, you throb. You're just shit, you're just you.

Yes, yes, we're just like these other cunts, we're just normal fucking people going to our shit fucking office. More!

In and out, in and out of the machine's insatiable whirling jaws...

Goosebumps, everywhere, your body alight with pleasure.

You are fucked up.

That's her using the method on you. Feels different over the phone.

Her canny method, it must be.

It's her, she's joining in with the gäng!

Yes! Yes!! That's not a real model but fuck it!!!

The saw buzzes and whirls, deafening you. You stare into her empty eyes, stifle a scream.

You can feel it, your body tense, your skin ready for the shock...

Steam rises where your blood hits her -- she's red hot beneath the false flesh.

It's going to feel so good...

Deep, cold, agonising pleasure. You writhe.

Swallow, swallow it.

You feel it, the sweet cold release of metal death.

This is it. The closest you'll ever come to transcendence.

Finish this metal bitch!

Let her beg for mercy. You want to hear it.

CASCADE, hero of all mankind!

That's her using the method on you. Feels different over the phone.

Her canny method, it must be.

It's her, she's joining in with the gäng!

A soft, excited laughter folds into each word -- like sugar melting into warm cream.

'Miracle' Line -- like the card in PSEUDOPOD's pocket. It's a phone sex thing.

His expression is soft, curious.

Still vibrating a little from the adrenaline and the death whistle, Ramses, too, slowly comes back into himself.

A fundamentally flawed, but potent machine.

Somewhere, in whatever cosmic accounts are settled, there has been a mixup. Until such a time as it is cleared up, you appear to be off the hook.

He thought he'd be dead. He isn't sure how to conduct himself alive.

Another time, another place. A different life overlapping for a moment.

Vehicle riding full speed ahead to the Great Nothing.

The girl in the projected ad. The vision in purple.

The kitchen light hums and splinters momentarily.

On the hidden side of the sun, a polar radiation storm congeals.

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