The mark I gave you will let you through. Go to the west past the Farm Arrays, and then down into the earth where the land fissures, as deep as you can reach, where the ancients built their temples and danced their silly rituals. I can't even help myself.įor you, though, there is another way. I can't help you collectively, or individually.
And every moment the equipment erodes to a new state of decay.
The bad news is that no definitive solution has been found. A strange charity - you the unknowing recipient, I the reluctant gift. Me and my kind have as our purpose to solve that very oscillating claustrophobia in the chests of you and countless others. In a way, I am what you are searching for. From the microbes in the processing strata to me, who am, if you excuse me, godlike in comparison. Know that this does not make you special - every living thing shares that same frustration. You're stuck in a cycle, a repeating pattern. A little animal, on the floor of my chamber.
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