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Prospect #2 |
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Moving forward. |
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Memories left behind. A new life, a new journey. I've built anew. |
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For mankind... for my kind. |
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The vessel stares back at me. From every angle, the menacing smile latches on. |
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Talking walls speak and spell my life story. |
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My past life. |
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The vessel sleeps beside me... the comfort breath. |
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Morning skin of machines, of humanity's beginnings. |
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Am I God? I've been called worse... drift in and out. |
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The vessel brings me sleep. |
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Hyper Sleep. |
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Prospect #1 |
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Mind bending strategy game. Running though obstacles on a land never ventured. |
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Every night. Every wake. Alone but not for long. |
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The signals worked. Did I want this? I must go back and explain my reasonings. Worse things have happened: Worse things will happen. |
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The old atlas is found. No matter what I do it's been done... it's been worse. |
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This is not reassuring. |
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Imperfect. Improper. Extinct. |
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They have found me. |
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A new journey. |
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Prospect #2 |
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I approach unfamiliar ground. Left standing with the air swirling silently. |
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A creepy siren, the siren of loneliness. |
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Twisting, falling, and screaming. |
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Please break out. |
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The crumbling starts. Inch by inch the ground takes over. |
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The wretched clench of my insides. |
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Unspeakable anguish... this fucking contortion. |
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Awake, mime standing. |
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Air swirling around me... silent. |
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Siren of loneliness. This is real isn't it? Can't tell these days, the longest fucking days. |
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Why the anger I wonder? |
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(The mission must stay focused. I work day in and day out.) |
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To create. To recreate. |
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Have I become a god? I have been called much worse. |
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Secretly that title makes me feel comfortable. |
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In my place. Its been a while. This god-like complex does bring me a smile. |
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To create. To recreate. |
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Down to the last seed I stand with a dark stare. Still silent, still frighteningly silent. |
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I must leave myself. |
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That's what all of this has gotten me... infinite life? Conquering of death. |
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The seed is planted. |
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Time to move on. What have I become?... |
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I'll make my own life seem new. |
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Face all of my mistakes and grow. |
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Must grow. |