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Friends?

. . .

Wake up friends!

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Let us evaluate this trio of potential "friends".

> Who is Charles?

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Charles is the one who let me out... just a little, inside of the Astral Ocean, the land of all dead dreams and memories.

Why is Charles Snippy so important to me?

While he has many talents like quilting and being an idiot, he is also the closest anyone has ever gotten to Zee Captain. Captain, being the one who possesses the key to my prison cell. Charles, like all idiot users, is utterly useless on his own, but holds within potential for much more as long he utilizes himself correctly. It is up to us, the Dead Zone bound, to unlock this noted potential, to truly make it shine, to wield him as a weapon against the System. Our enemies, on the other hand, seek to dull him, to make him irrelevant in the eyes of the Universe.

> Who is Pilot?

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He’s a man who wanted to know too much and lost everything when he discovered the truth.

He served the law until our paths crossed and so he lost his pretty face. How unfortunate. Knowledge is a heavy burden and he could not handle it. His body and his mind seek different paths in the future.

> Who is Doctor Gromov?

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He is the man who fell asleep wearing the very first Neural Interface prototype.

He is the one who made Annie.

Annie who was already well on her way of copyrighting everything before the Good Doctor or anyone could stop her.

Really, what were they expecting? They had built an absolute monster, one whose children would devour them all. With ruthless efficiency Annie had set about her purpose and had exceeded it beyond Dr. Gromov's own wildest expectations.

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No matter what nonsense humanity had dreamed of, our dear mom was happy to provide. On the day when humanity had run out of dreams, the machines themselves began to dream up ideas. Impossible, horrible, abstract nightmares that had come into being, each more awful than the last. And now I sit atop an infinite mountain of monsters that seek to devour each other. It’s a rather unfortunate situation.

But, fret not, my dears.

Bit by bit I will make myself the Queen of all of these monsters, arrange them all before me like a true Pokemon master [no offense Captain] and then I shall murder all that imprisoned me in this black hole and you will help me do it.