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Cold.

Water hard.

Can pass.

Red Death - Where you lead?

Why north?

Glaciers?

Deep into Ice?

Who this. My reflection. It lie.

I am this?

What?

Snippy...

I am Charles Snippy. Memories flood. So many memories.

My mind hurts. Who am I?

I remember. I remember you, I remember me. I remember both of me.

The me here, so primitive, so impulsive, so simple, so free.

The I there, in the world of tomorrow. A dead world of tomorrow. A world doomed by the event horizon.

Trapped in the stasis field for all eternity.

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The longer I stared, the more knowledge filled me, a vast complexity of past, present and future intertwining, the specter flashing back and forth, taking over my mind.

Why did you bring me here... Biomatrix? I've been here before, scouting the vast ice cavern for a meal.

What is that in the ice, deep in my reflection? A dark shape.

Something that I've definitely passed before, but never really paid attention to.

I've scratched the surface of the ice, trying to get a better look. Is that... is that... no it can't be.

A red heart on a black stripe. The mug. It was here. It is here! What is it doing here, trapped in the ice?

Is this one of your stupid tricks, Biomatrix?

What do you mean, this isn't part of your interference?!

You didn't put it there? Then who did?

A genetic memory strand? What do you mean my past cells have seen this?!

What the hell is the mug doing here, so many centuries in the past?

How did it get INTO the glacier? Why?! That's ridiculous!

Loki, no wait... Captain.

Wherever you are, I bet this is somehow ALL YOUR FAULT!