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I don't think even pseudo tech can intervene. I do think I am close to death. I don't believe that means I will die, probably... no luck so far, if past performance issues aren't a guarantee of future failure. Just... I am in very bad shape. And she keeps visiting. Or, I visit her?
Visitation hours are now open.
Oh, she was, is real. If what remains...
It isn't all her, or all alive.
She couldn't survive my gift. It is not... I wouldn't have believed.
I'll bet you never played this in reverse. Eyes, appetites, hungers, betrayed you.
If... not God, or even in that way. At my worst I was atheist. No less.
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