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It's not tithes you'd be taking. It's measly payment for a moment's relief trudging between shrines.

It's just a little plastic dolphin. There's no way you're actually getting satisfaction from this.

A one-stop bottle for all your drinking needs.

Your mind makes one last desperate lunge for meaning:

Better for everyone that you just take him at his word. The alternative... well, there's a recently vacated room at the bottom of a silo, if you're interested.

You were hoping more around the 75 mark...

Nothing can be missed if nothing is lost.

Recreational espionage, an extreme sport for those who truly have no place in regular humanity.

No point in lying. Just play it Way Above His Station. Which it is.

There are other currencies. Sex. Death. Information.

The world in which his son can succeed is a world not worth living in. Their existences are fundamentally at odds.

Clearly some kind of a slogan from the days when this was built.

He's never met a diplomat in his life. Probably doesn't even know what they are, except they sound important.

A value at least as abstract as his son's social currency.

Everyone occupying one fixed and immovable place on the pyramid of life.

You could use the liquidity.

Confirming that he does, in fact, know her. This man would be a terrible operant.

With how attached the materially wealthy are to their items, there's no telling how much they'd give to have something so precious back.

Alternatively, now that you have both parts you could try repairing it. With how attached these rich people are to their items, there's no telling what he might give to have it back.

Alternatively, you could try getting the other half and repairing it. With how attached these rich people are to their items, there's no telling what he might give to have it back.

They don't have to answer to you. Thus, they won't.

Not bootlegs or knock-offs, but the genuine article.

Speak to Constanz. She must have a way of getting in here.

Best not to think about it. But also, definitely brain.

You are actively courting schizophrenia at this point.

Close reading: 'then, take him out. With the drill.'

A good opportunity to administer some semi-rational treatment: the ozone.

The mind turned inward on itself.

An artist's impression of biological decay.

Fool him with his own systems. Bridle his hypertrophied imagination -- the outcome will be the same.

Dear god, it's trying to talk to you.

One of these things is not like the others.

This isn't any 'psychology' you recognise; it's all esoteric neuroscience and qualia.

Orbital velocity is typically achieved at the eight minute mark. They weren't even close.

A difference of almost nine minutes.

Light years stand between you and the star -- your hunt will be long over by the time this invocation reaches it.

Easy. The Pitol Tract -- an industrial wasteland devoid of people or signals.

That Renotel technician you met earlier was carrying a device. Must be that.

You're looking for an intercom, not a phone -- there must be something that differentiates them.

Must be the faulty intercom.

That Renotel technician you met earlier was carrying a device. Must be that.

Whoever's using these isn't trying to get better at writing poetry -- they're trying to get better at reading it.

This is the cheat sheet of a complete amateur.

Really you just need to be able to count to ten or so.

The pack of cigarettes on the desk. You missed something about them.

Your hoisting must have compressed his lungs somehow... Unless...

He was trying to smooth out creases with shower steam.

Likely belonging to the man splayed, with much less care, in the nearby chair.

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