Back when I was assimilated in this universe, I thought of myself something of a conjunction, or a harbinger, not something you would typically be able to conceptualize. Instead, I was I was made to allow myself a voice in itself a blast and something boisterous. This explosion, this climatic moment is nothing more than a grid hitting the iron, I see the goal but there might be a foul. At that moment I knew that I should surmount my base and begin perpetrations.
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