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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.