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Now let him try to deny the power of the machine-god.

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

Shut yourself up.

We are gäng and he is us! We support him -- don't do it, Hershel!

A shudder passes through you.

CASCADE AND THE INVALID TEN THOUSAND YEARS.

He's no longer you, nor is he him.

Don't do this to us, Hershel!

That must have been exactly how you looked when you first found him.

He doesn't believe you.

Leave him to his musings.

Do you have a choice, Hershel?

Stranded on the island of you.

A gray, wrinkled hand holds a red pen, drawing circles and arrows around the capital cities of the Eastern Republics.

The old prisoner warned you the quality of the device's work was highly variable.

Which the Operant Bureau will definitely not approve as a professional expense.

A new belonging.

Okay, recalibrate. May be worth the price of admission alone.

Do not forget, this headphone man shot you.

Do not forget, this headphone man took a shot at you.

Expression unreadable, as if you've caught her on the fringes of a dream.

'FAN CLUB' IS FACTIONALISM. RESIST THE ENEMY'S SMALL-BIG-CHARACTER POSTER.

Her body conforms to the shape of the recliner, the recliner to the shape of her body.

You can feel every contour of the joint.

This isn't working. Try using that console.

This isn't working. You need to work out what the machinery is doing.

Birdsong, dread. Footsteps ascend a staircase.

She is decomposing.

Not asset. Dead weight.

It could be perfect. Blissfully unaware of your pulse as it slows, relieved, descending to its final crawl. A shrug as you depart the stage.

This is a protracted suicide.

Evidence of you everywhere, like fingerprints in blood.

Wrong. Mad. Evil.

Told you there's something awesome happening here. Get involved!

Look at all this power, this sheer coruscating energy! It's cooking something groovy.

You watched her over the university courtyard, waited until she parted from a group of friends. You recognised her from the dossier -- the daughter of Dr Abe, head of the sleep study.

Look at all these lights. Twinkling, colourful. Lights are where the eyes want to go.

Crossing of realms. Technological and symbolic orders. Unnatural.

The MS6 was recalled after reports that it was able to alter ganglion cell axons at the optic disc, causing users to perceive colours previously thought unavailable to Homo sapiens.

The sigil means 'repetition' -- it's on a lot of shop doorways and shrines. She could be using it to mark the equipment, a note to self.

Witch shit. Stay away.

Ignore the weird aesthetic stuff -- she's cracked everything open and put it back together. It's all heavily modified!

Looks like she's in REM sleep -- where the brain is most active, where it dreams. But she's salinised the dream controls, which makes it seem like she's trying to prevent the act of dreaming at all.

She's controlling the bootlegging system, you dick. Multiple screens and formats all at the same time -- she doesn't have time for waster mammal shit like food and rest.

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