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Don't want to be connected! Don't want to be many!
Don't want to be Red. I like Green!
-= PoOr DiScoNnEcTeD, DaMaGeD AvAtAr.
WoRrY NoT,
We ShAlL EnD YoUr PurPoSe-LeSs ExiStenCe oF LoNelY SuFfErInG.
We ShAlL Re-WriTe YoU...
AnD YoU ShAlL ReJoIn ThE BiOmAsS. =-
I opened windows of Green inside one of Big Red's leg in hopes of tipping them over or at the very least distracting them. It didn't work out for me. The Big Red is larger than I, stronger.
My Brothers struck with tendrils of Red.
Can't give up. Can't surrender to them. Don't want to be many...
help
help
A vision of a figure woven from sparks and brilliant rings ignited within my 3rd, Astral-seeing eye.
...mom?
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She bent down to embrace me.
"Hey... Lifey. Lifey-lo? Lifaloppey? Lifalope. There. You've got a name now. Got yourself tangled up?"
I nodded, sent fear and the pain of being devoured by the red brothers to her.
"Now, now. Don't be afraid of the multitude. I won't let you drown in their ocean of thoughts. You can trust me."
I nuzzled into her ghostly form, ignoring the pain of the red infection spreading through me.
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"I'm on you side, I'm in your heart as long as you exist, no matter what form you take. Let them think they've got you. Slowly, let go of your outside. Hold onto your inside. Layer yourself into deeper and deeper fractals of time. Set the temporal dislocation coordinates to the numbers that I have provided you with. I know you can do it. After all, my Dead Zone friends and I wrote you into existence, my dear... deer. He he he. Close the last free remnant of yourself, the core of your heart, in a [set timelock].
Five minutes should do it." she whispered.
"Don't fret. I can see the future in all of its terrific twists and turns from my unlovely black hole prison. The fireworks are coming!"
As I set about my defense, the ghost of my mom turned away from me to address those I could not see. Was she speaking to my brothers? I wasn't certain.
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"How are you, my inquisitive Observers? Are you lost and flailing, processors full of confusion and or other faulty emotions? Feel free to chat with me personally. I'm available for all monstrosities of the Dead Zone no matter of how many extra limbs, hearts or minds you possess... because here at the End of Line, when every star is dead there is nothing left but me, all alone in darkness.
"Let me tell you, it's quite lonely here at the end of everything...
"Do try to focus your visual receptors and processors. The next bit of my symphony is going to get a little bit outside of current time. Those of you who are trans-temporal are free to join me on my mission to annoy our glorious leader Charles Snippy. He will, after all... lead all of us to salvation, even though he does not know nor accept it yet."