It was the best of times it was the worst of times. Nope not this story. This is a story about the best fail safe plan ever created by a place. Who I was is not important. Who I am now is all that matters, because I remember nothing. All I know is that I’m falling. Where I fell from, I don’t know. Why I’m falling I don’t know that either. I can’t move and I can’t stop. I just fall. This is what I have become. I fall and I sleep and I try to remember what I was doing before I fell. I don’t know if I was made or born or if I always existed. My past is completely gone not taken not really forgotten just gone. It’s like a block in my mind. I know what I can do that’s all. If I ever stop falling I’m gonna try to backtrack to see where I fell from. The only problem is I don’t know how long how fast or how far I’ve come. And right when I had finally given up hope. And accepted my tomb as this rock and debris. Then, I felt it the vibration and heat.

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