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buywithmeComrades! Consumers! Let us never be disheartened by recent traumas and let us remember that this kind of thing happens all the time here. We lose our identities, and we turn on each other, and we forget who we are, and we vanish into the aether and we... we continue, Comrades. We persist.
I've started to think that when the floods aren't too traumatic, and when we don't fall overboard into ports that want to kill us, and when people aren't trying to kill one another quite so enthusiastically, and when the vampires aren't starving and when there are no bears around...
...
I don't think I hate it here anymore.
Sometimes... sometimes, someone'll say something, or do something, or ask me to do something, and... I'll know that it's wrong. I'll know that there's a regulation against it somewhere, but... I don't remember what it is anymore. I don't remember why I can't do it anymore. I still miss my home. I miss the Factory, but sometimes I don't-- I don't remember what it is I miss about it. The details are fuzzy, I can't pick them out as well anymore.
It scares me, Comrades, but this place is starting to feel like my home.
[Filtered away from people who he knows won't want him to have alcohol]
There is very little I wouldn't do for something to drink, right now.
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Message Number 100, issued. It seems like such a small number, when I've been here so long.
I've started to think that when the floods aren't too traumatic, and when we don't fall overboard into ports that want to kill us, and when people aren't trying to kill one another quite so enthusiastically, and when the vampires aren't starving and when there are no bears around...
...
I don't think I hate it here anymore.
Sometimes... sometimes, someone'll say something, or do something, or ask me to do something, and... I'll know that it's wrong. I'll know that there's a regulation against it somewhere, but... I don't remember what it is anymore. I don't remember why I can't do it anymore. I still miss my home. I miss the Factory, but sometimes I don't-- I don't remember what it is I miss about it. The details are fuzzy, I can't pick them out as well anymore.
It scares me, Comrades, but this place is starting to feel like my home.
[Filtered away from people who he knows won't want him to have alcohol]
There is very little I wouldn't do for something to drink, right now.
Private to self
Message Number 100, issued. It seems like such a small number, when I've been here so long.
