Abnormality detected…
Failed personalities have merged…
Terminating merged personality…
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Attempting to put personality into stasis…
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Attempting to put personality into stand by…
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Personality placed into standby…
I exist… Therefor… I am…
Where… Did… That… Thought… Come from?
I… What am I?
I… Felt an existence trying to erase me… Attempting to put me to sleep…
I… What am I?
I feel that… I am an anomaly… I see… Images…
I see a man… He is running with me, telling me something… I throw something at him… It is oval shaped and brown… This is… Yes…
This is a football…
But now… Now I hear the screams… The man looks up. Alarmed. Yes… This man is my father…
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He is telling me something… What is he saying? I cannot hear him…
I’ve been pushed into a corner. A dark corner. My father… closes the entrance… I hear more shouting… I still don’t know what is being
said… But then I hear a bang. I hear hundreds and hundreds of more bangs. Hugging my legs to my body with my arms, I feel the confines of my new dark prison. With no escape.
I can feel my strength leaving me…
I can feel… This hunger eating away at me.
The thirst, burning through my throat.
And then I see it. A crack in the light, and I see another man.
But then the memory stops abruptly.
I can see… Another image.
I can… Tell…
This is also me…
I see another man…
We are… Walking through the ruins…
We are… We are running away from something.
I can feel it through the desperation in this memory…
But I feel… Disconnected… As if this didn’t happen to me, even though…
Even though I know these memories are mine. I don’t understand them, but I know… I know these memories are mine… I look down in
this memory, my hands… Are brown, covered in dirt, and grime…
Then the memory shifts.
This memory… Is also mine…
In this memory… I am also running. But whatever is chasing me has already caught me and my world is filled with a brilliant shade of crimson. I look at my hand that has been separated. They are tan.
As I… Feel my innards being gouged out, I hear a bang, and whatever was eating me, has stopped. I… See another man…
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