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| ==''[[Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag]]''== | | {{Era|CI}} |
| While working at [[Abstergo Entertainment]], a [[Abstergo Entertainment research analyst|research analyst]] had multiple conversations with their coworkers and superiors.
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| | |appearance = ''[[Assassin's Creed Chronicles: India]]'' |
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| | |ancestor = [[Arbaaz Mir]] |
| | |location = [[Amritsar]] |
| | |date = 1841}} |
| | '''India Memory 1''' was a virtual representation of one of [[Arbaaz Mir]]'s [[Genetic memory|genetic memories]], relived by someone through the [[Helix|Helix Navigator]]. |
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| | ==Description== |
| !style="background:#00A690; -moz-border-radius:3.25px; border-radius:3.25px; color:White; font-size:110%" align="left"|Welcome to Abstergo Entertainment
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| *'''[[Melanie Lemay|Melanie]]:''' ''Fantastic work! Very promising. All right... easy now. There you go. Welcome back. Well, your numbers look good... Now, let's make sure we didn't break your brain, all right? I need you to move your head and look at these lights. Just here. Look up. That's it. Down. So far so good. Let's get you up. So, welcome to the [[Sample 17 Project]]. Before you get started, you're gonna need this... There you go. Testing, testing... 1,2,3... hello, (Hello). (Is it good?) It works? All right. Let's take a walk. Your file says you've done Memory Research before, but not to this extent, which is surprising. You're very good. The data-steams are very stable. Impressive, right? This building is barely six months old, but Abstergo Entertainment has been a studio for a few years. Since 2010. Maybe you saw [[Liberation]]? That was our first title powered by [[Animus]] tech. That was just the tip of the iceberg. Soon we'll be unveiling commercial Animus servers for the whole world to enjoy. They'll offer passive experiences, of course. Edited versions of real history. But only the exciting parts. And we think we found the perfect subject for our first full-length virtual feature: [[Caribbean]] [[Piracy|pirates]]! So that's your gig. It'll just take a minute, okay?''
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| *'''[[Rebecca Crane|Rebecca]]:''' ''Well, thank you Nancy. (Have a good day.)''
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''This if for you. The primary tool of our trade. Your communicator. Power it up and give it a look. It's pretty slick. You might have noticed that security seems a little light around here. That's because your communicator is your key to getting around. See that flashing wireless signal? It means you're hooked up to the elevator. I'll let you do the honors. We're headed up to the Sample 17 studio. Second floor. You ready? Let's go! Ah, there's the boss... [[Olivier Garneau]], our CCO. I'll introduce you. (Hello!)''
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| *'''Olivier:''' ''(Hello, Melanie.) (How are you?)''
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''Well, thanks. Have you met our new hire? Just started today.''
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| *'''Olivier:''' ''I haven't. (Hello.) What project?''
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''Sample 17. The Kenway line.''
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| *'''Oliver:''' ''[[Haytham Kenway|Haytham]]? [[Ratonhnhaké:ton|Connor]]?''
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''[[Edward Kenway|Edward]]. The pirate!''
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| *'''Olivier:''' ''Ah... Arrrgh... Yarrr matey! Very exciting. Welcome aboard. Melanie, can we talk in your office for a minute?''
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''Just let me get this one settled and I'll see you in... five minutes?''
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| *'''Olivier:''' ''(That's good.) Nice to meet you!''
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''So, this is the Sample 17 floor. We're driving into the [[Genetic memory|memories]] of one very generous donor, [[Desmond Miles]]. We're pulling at the best stuff from his DNA... and hopefully, one day we can forge some fantastic experiences from what we find in there. This pair of legs is [[John]], one of the wizards in IT. He's just fixing something for you.''
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| *'''John:''' ''Not fixing. Calibrating.''
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''Calibrating, right. So here we are, your very own Animus workstation. This is all yours, so sit back, relax, and find us some good footage. If you need any hints or tips, the Animus is loaded with tutorial programs, so you'll have no problems. And I'll check in on you later. Happy pirating!''
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| | ==Dialogue== |
| !style="background:#00A690; -moz-border-radius:3.25px; border-radius:3.25px; color:White; font-size:110%" align="left"|A Small Favour
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''Hey! I just saw you were logging out. I thought I'd stop by to give you something. A little welcome gift. We give awards for top-notch employees doing quality work. And they're nice to have, since there's no official bonus scheme here. I already have about eleven or so- Oh... (Hello?)... Of course... I'll pass it on. Well... looks like Olivier wants to meet with you. It's exciting! Follow me. It's on the top floor, so it's not hard to find. But the rest of this building can be confusing to first-timers, so we had the tools team whip up a great Map application... Check your communicator. I added a waypoint to Olivier's office. It should be easy to find. Olivier's a nice guy. He won't bite.''
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| *'''John:''' ''Hello? Hi? Testing, testing. Is this thing working? This is John from IT. We met earlier. I was calibrating your Animus. I'm sort of the, uh... {{Wiki|Montgomery Scott|Scotty}} of this Abstergo enterprise ... in charge of all the techie stuff. Do you have a minute or... ah, dammit. The tracker says you're on your way to Olivier's office. All right, I'll ping you when you're done. I have a favor to ask.''
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| *'''Secretary:''' ''(Hello!) Go right in. He's waiting for you.''
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| *'''Olivier:''' ''Well- Well, unless you are specifically ordering me to abandon it, I won't jeopardize our flagship project. Edward Kenway is the- But this is... but this is how Hollywood got its start, right? With pirate movies! {{Wiki|Douglas Fairbanks}}, {{Wiki|Errol Flynn}}. And now we have access to the real deal! (Yes...) Exactly. We'll talk about all that together at the shareholders event. Right. Looking forward to seeing you. Take care, [[Laetitia England|Laetitia]]. (Hello.) Hi, thanks for coming in. I know you're busy. So I reviewed some of your data. Pretty raw stuff! Obviously we need to scrub off some of the dirt to make it family friendly. Maybe give Edward a voice like {{Wiki|James Bond}} or something. more of a ladies man. A beautiful city, no? So... the main reason I asked you here concerns something called The [[Observatory]]. It's been mentioned a few times in the footage you found. I'd like to encourage you to focus on locating this specific set of memories as soon as possible. If it were up to me, (we don't care)... I wouldn't bother. But some bigwigs at [[Abstergo Industries]] have been hounding me for days. So follow whatever leads you find, and hopefully we can a- Incoming call. I have to take this. We'll keep in touch. (Good day.) (Allen, hello. Yeah. Everything is fine. Of course I do.)''
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| *'''John:''' ''Hi. John from IT again. You got a second? Good. I'm adding a waypoint to your map. So, a colleague of yours left for vacation this morning and forgot to send a video file she promised me. Since I hate just about everyone else on your floor, I was hoping you could help me. Could you transfer the file from her computer and deliver it to the courier when she comes? It'll be easy. You just wander over to their Animus, log in, and transfer the file. Easy. And please be snappy. Before I find a reason to hate you too. A locked door. Not a problem. That's the advantage of me having Level 1 security clearance. Now you do too! Don't abuse it. Log on and I'll walk you through this. Now, you need to bypass the core to find the data inside. Once you reach it, your communicator will download it automatically. You need to find your way around the core to reach the data inside. You cracked it! Good. The file should be downloading. I set up a database for any data you find. Just look for the "[[Abstergo Entertainment research analyst's personal files|My Files]]" section in your communicator and you'll be redirected right away. Everything you download will be found in there. Protected by a firewall, of course. You're better at this than I'd hoped. Now zip on down to the lobby. Come on! See... that file you acquired... I wouldn't recommend watching it. I mean, you could... but it's unpleasant. So once you hand it off, just pretend this never happened. Okay? Otherwise, you'll just go to bed feeling sad. Anyway, the courier should be waiting downstairs. She's been here a while. I suppose it goes without saying... just because you know how to hack all you colleagues' computers, it doesn't mean you should. I mean... not every day, right? No seriously though, that's illegal. So don't be a dick. Unless that's just your nature.''
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| *'''[[Shaun Hastings|Shaun]]:''' ''I'm not sure I can keep this up, you know. This job is well below my skill level.''
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| *'''Rebecca:''' ''Yeah well your coffee is shit. You could use some practice.''
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| *'''Shaun:''' ''Wh- What? No no no, I followed that recipe to the letter.''
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| *'''Rebecca:''' ''It's an art, Shaun. Not a science.''
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| *'''Shaun:''' ''Oh, look who's here. So you didn't forget after all. You're just incredibly rude, and made poor Rebecca here wait for nearly thirty minutes.''
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| *'''Rebecca:''' ''You limey. Be nice. Sorry about him. He's high on his own supply. So how should we do this? Data transfer? Great! That should do it! We'll email you the receipt. Til next time. Take care Shaun.''
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| *'''Shaun:''' ''Bye, bye... Yes, bye. Oh, and don't expect any more free coffee! Arrogant. She's great isn't she?''
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| *'''John:''' ''Hey, I just got word the courier has come and gone. Wonderful. You're a miracle. No, no, no that's an exaggeration. You're not a miracle. You're an employee. Doing a job. But thanks for helping out. Anyway, thanks. Have fun pirating.''
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| *'''Secretary:''' ''(Support to the second floor, Sample 17 Project) Support to the second floor, Sample 17 Project.''
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| | ==Outcome== |
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''Hey you. Do you have a minute? I'm on my way upstairs. Olivier wanted to talk with us about putting together a trailer using some of the footage you've been recording this past month. Take your time. I'll meet you by the elevator. Over here! Are you ready? He's waiting for us. I just watched some of your footage from this week. It's amazing. [[Edward Thatch|Blackbeard]] was mental! And we all got so excited that we started talking about this idea for a trailer about him... maybe start with him drinking, talking to some pirates, telling a story... Then, we cut to him leaping across the deck of his boat and- Sorry, his [[Ships|ship]]. Not boat. But jumping around the deck of his ship, swinging from ropes, and fighting like a Devil. I mean, obviously we'll have to manipulate some of the existing footage to get it looking good but- It could be great. I'm getting a shiver in me timbers just thinking about it. Sorry. (Hello. How's it going?) I hope we're not late.''
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| *'''Receptionist:''' ''No. You can go right-''
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| *'''Olivier:''' ''Hi, Melanie. I saw you just walked in. I need a few minutes with you alone. Laetitia's on the phone and we're discussing the Kenway project.''
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''Oh. Yes, of course. Sorry about this. I'll call you when we're ready.''
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| *'''Receptionist:''' ''Shouldn't be long.''
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| *'''John:''' ''Hello, Hellooooooo. Do you have a second? Of course you do. Head to the waypoint on your map. I have another job for you. I'd like to link all the cameras in the building to a central monitoring system, but most aren't calibrated correctly. Another locked door. Not a problem. Voila! You now have level 2 security clearance. Not bad for your first few weeks. Find the camera control station first. I'll update your communicator. Ah. This is an interesting security measure. It looks like you need to find the right combination of numbers to adjust the wave. Easy enough, right? Pick a number selector, then change its value. once you find the right combination of numbers, you should get access. It works!''
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| *'''Laetitia:''' ''-and if we want information on [[Assassins]] or [[Templars]] or the [[Observatory]], or whatever the fuck else interests us, Olivier, you will deliver it. Full stop.''
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| *'''John:''' ''Aha...''
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| *'''Olivier:''' ''I understand that, Laetitia. I'm sorry if that came out wrong. We're not trying to be a bottleneck here. But we just don't have the resources right now to do two times the research.''
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| *'''Laetitia:''' ''Finding that balance is your priority. Your entertainment products are simply a means to pay the bills for larger and more important work. That's the way the world works, hm? Dirty money buys clean hospitals. You get it?''
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''We're on board, Laetitia, rest assured. We have our best employee working on this. But it will take time.''
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| *'''John:''' ''That means you!''
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| *'''Laetitia:''' ''Good. And thank you. The both of you. I look forward to seeing what you deliver. Until then, I'll see you at the shareholders meeting, Olivier.''
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| *'''Olivier:''' ''Looking forward to it. Bye bye. Tabarnak! It's a little too early for that kind of abuse. Come on.''
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''So... what's next?''
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| *'''Olivier:''' ''We do as the lady says. Focus on the Observatory.''
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| *'''John:''' ''Assassins. Templars... crazy talk. I'm curious about this shareholders meeting though. How about you break into Olivier's office and see if you can find his schedule? Oh, what? You don't like that idea? Well how about I blow the fucking whistle on you, hacker! I OWN YOU! What I mean is... I don't want to ruin your life. So do as I say. Now, step over to the window. You can't waltz into Olivier's office through the front door, so I've opened another route. Up we go! Did you know that Abstergo was run by Templars? Oh yes. Sounds like crackpot stuff, I know. But then again, the [[Apollo 11 Moon Landing|moon landing]] was faked, right? So anything's possible. All right... either you walk through that door, or throw yourself off the terrace. Those are your options. Oh, well done, kiddo! Find his computer. Make it snappy. We're looking for the Shareholder's meeting schedule. It's worth a lot of money to us. You sneaky bastard. A pirate through and through, aren't ya? Now get down to the lobby. There's a courier waiting. That's right... I've been planning this for a few hours. Now, wait. The receptionist. Hold on. I'll try something. As gullible as ever. Now hurry down to the lobby. Before I remotely detonate your earpiece. Don't even think about ratting me out. My tracks are covered. Yours ain't.''
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| *'''Shaun:''' ''Did you uh, like the Allongé? I practiced.''
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| *'''Rebecca:''' ''I think you pulled it a little too long.''
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| *'''Shaun:''' ''Oh come on! It's not encrypted code, for God's sake. It's just a bloody coffee! Ah, hurray. It's our old friend.''
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| *'''Rebecca:''' ''Hey there. I just got a call about picking up another transfer.''
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| *'''Shaun:''' ''Aw. You said you were here to see me.''
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| *'''Rebecca:''' ''Yes, that IS one of the perks. Let's see it. Hm. A conference in [[Chicago]]. Very nice. Thanks for this. We'll be in touch.''
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| *'''Shaun:''' ''Ciao, Rebecca. Text me!''
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| *'''Rebecca:''' ''Stuff it, Hastings.''
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| *'''John:''' ''Well done, friend. Very well done. Apologies for my temper tantrum there. You are with the good guys, I promise. We'll keep you safe. Trust me. Go on back to work. We'll be in touch.''
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''Hello? How are you? If you're anxious, that'll pass. It's the Midazolam. I'm sorry about this, but... we've had so many security breaches, we were forced to take drastic action. And Olivier is missing. He left for Chicago two days ago but... no one's seen him since. I know this seems excessive, but with our high-level security clearance, we have an obligation to our shareholders. Rest assured, we will compensate you when the hacker is found. So get some rest, okay? And if you're up to it... maybe capture some more footage. You're doing amazing work. I can't wait to show the work we've done with your stuff. Take care.'' | | [Category:Memories relived using the Helix Navigator] |
| *'''John:''' ''So! They tossed you in the bunker. Nice! Those Templars upstairs aren't taking any chances. I think we need to erase all the dirt they might have on you. Did you hear that? I think I just gave you Level 3 security clearance! Now, head to the security room and use the cameras to watch the door to the server farm. Unfortunately Melanie is in there now, so when I escort her out, that's when you make your move. I'd wipe these servers myself, but as the head of IT, I'd be a suspect. It has to be someone they've already locked up. Oh these Templars. They run our lives, you know? They decide elections, they control various capital markets, and they inject us with little microchips to track our movements and read our thoughts. It's all very scary. All right, listen. I'm entering the server room now. When you see us leave, get in there. ...there's no need for you to be down here by yourself, Miss Lemay. My team will handle the investigation.''
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''But you need extra eyes on this thing, John. We don't even know when the hackers broke in. It could takes weeks to go through this data.''
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| *'''John:''' ''One at most.''
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''Still too long. I can't keep my team locked up for a week.''
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| *'''John:''' ''Legally you CAN. It's what they signed up for. Even if they didn't read their contracts.''
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| *'''Melanie:''' ''Yes, of course. I just hate the idea. So what's the next step?''
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| *'''John:''' ''My team is processing the data now. We'll start sifting through it tonight. Scout's honor. Coffee's on me, okay? All right, I ditched her at the coffee stand. Find the server containing the network logs. Since I have a record of each and every one of your hacks, we'll just search for the timestamps on those, and turn that data into something harmless. Easy as that. Here we are! Beautiful. I'll update your communicator one more time. A little program I cooked up, just for this purpose. There we go. I think that worked. Try it out.''
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| *'''[[Juno]]:''' ''I can feel you, cipher. Feel, but hardly touch. Signal is still too weak, and I am spread thin. Unfocused. Like static and fog, lingering in networks and nodes, the nervous system of the world.''
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| *'''John:''' ''Can you hear her?''
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| *'''Juno:''' ''Perhaps the [[Grand Temple|Temple]] was opened too soon. But this was not by choice. The [[2012 coronal mass ejection|cataclysm]] pushed all doubt aside. Ah... we bless poor Desmond, who gave his life so that you, the Children of our Labors would live on. To fulfill your purpose in ours. In mine. But now is not the time. My strength is not sufficient to inhabit an organic vessel. There is more work to do, more samples to acquire, more artifacts to find, before my will may obtain.''
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| *'''John:''' ''What's happening! TELL ME!''
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| *'''Juno:''' ''Make me whole again, my children. My [[Instruments of the First Will|instruments]]. Bring me forth to fulfill your purpose.''
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| *'''John:''' ''TELL ME! No no no. Something's wrong. God dammit! She should be here! Now! Living in that god damned head of yours! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Why did she spare you! Why are you still HERE!''
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