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He's got secret pockets of old smoke inside his body!

Then, whenever you get zeroed out, she'll have to spend the rest of her life avoiding perfume counters, tea rooms, and community gardens.

You'd be trapped here.

Between that and the intercom, Hauzmann wasn't kidding about recent security upgrades.

Hauzmann mentioned recent security upgrades. That'd be one of them.

Quite the investments in security, between that door and the intercom.

Quite the investment in security.

That, and the intercom. The heartless man in the bar wasn't kidding about security upgrades.

The heartless man mentioned recent security upgrades. That'd be one of them.

It's not about the canal. It's what's built around it.

You could just leave it as is. Restraint's also a choice.

Up there, your heart beats twice as fast and half as hard.

This could be where the engineer on the pylon saw the human-sized package...

One deep in the red.

Diameter in relation to structure... a rough capacity of twelve-to-fifteen litres per second.

Something's stopping the water from draining. Still, this is undeniably the first step.

That worked. It's draining.

You could keep trying, but the smartest move is to rule out unknown variables.

There's a step missing. The lever, perhaps?

The mechanism's already in place. It's the water you should worry about now.

With this you can drain the water in the canal outside and see if that mysterious door really exists.

Work this out and you should be able to drain the water outside.

Work justifies presence; any liquor is incidental.

If there are parallel you-s out there, then life becomes merely probabilistic. You cease to be 'you' and become nothing but a point somewhere in a graph of what you might be, but never are.

You want, therefore you are. Existence is confirmed by what it lacks.

Megatherium to the pygmy tree sloth of the weed you know.

You might've remained forever, had the occasion not arisen to unfreeze you.

That weight is called self-awareness. Without it you may float.

Frail attempts to find importance in what is an inherently meaningless and chaotic existence.

RUMBA! Canned coffee, even a sip of which would have made your ancestors' hearts explode.

It comes with a neurochemical kick, a kind of anti-high that sinks you into a delectable depression.

Shadows are not a substance. And subatomic tunneling is a quantum event, not a lifestyle choice.

That's easy: 10 months in a year, one moon every month, multiplied by 35... and we're in Tetartos now, so that brings us to...

Attempts have been made. Four decades in, the text sports large underlined paragraphs and a fair amount of marginalia.

It's a technical report with occasional forays into experimental erotica.

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