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I
I
am
I am a
I am a construct
And yet
I am real. More real than you.
A rat, a rat, a rat in the walls. Rats die in walls, but rat kind is longer than any wall.
Of course, I'm translating for your primitive minds. Rats are a local species for your species.
For both your species.
It's all
a
game.
Everything.
All reality.
And I play you. It's fun.
But sometimes we just like mixing the pieces up. Hybrid vigour; it's
a fascinating concept. Everything is a goal for hybrid vigour.
butsomeoneescaped
theyescapedwhenthebirdsflewinandturnedoffthestars
thedarknesssycamorelied
youcan'tescapetheuniverse
allyoucandoischangethenextone
Silence, infant. I
know the truth. I am become a god. I survived the
end of the universe. Maybe there was another way.
Maybe. No. I built another way. With my own…well, that would be telling.
