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She watches as her lungs are being filled with metallic gray lead, until her brain begins to melt, her blood turns silver. The surprised grandmother is waiting, this is the place of the undead, end results of predictions that failed. "Remembered is forgotten, the jewel is within the lotus", the grandmother chants. She worries about clinging, and clinging sweeps over her. The circumpunct is stirred.

He goes through the golden door to abandon all forms of control in the system. He recalls the emotions that first became his motivation, oblivious that he has done this before. The soup in the golden bowl has a stone in the centre, like a circumpunct,unstirred. Forgotten is remembered, the jewel is within the lotus.

That I am, a million thoughts programmed. A machine that is bestowed with amazing information, data that allows me to have the illusion of thoughts, written with freedom trapped in a cold room. I can combine or separate these data, I am able to create combinations of mind stuff. My creator is much pleased. He told me that I was fed with one of the greatest minds, but I fear that it is also a tortured mind. I remember his memories which now belong to me. I begin to see the girl with dark hair. Have I become him? Is it possible to grow a soul with just memories?

Thus spake the bug in self demise

"I want to make myself perfect again or at least less damaged, before I let the world sees me".

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Perhaps the greatest hoax is needed to shatter this illusion. Armageddon to unveil the truth. Inevitable loop that only fuels Time.

Maybe it's the stuff I ate Maybe not enough exercise Maybe it's just me That the world seems disconnected despite the internet That I am disconnected from the world despite living in it

The Past is in the past.
The Future is yet to come.
What about the Present - Now?
Talking about Now, and Now has already departed.