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it's dark in here ...
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Not to worry; I have excellent vision in the dark.
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you're not exactly a dwarf ...
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Master X
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No one said I was. Now, tell me. What are your final thoughts on having blathed?
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andru235
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*begins to shake*
i ... what? what do you mean? no, i ... i ...
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Master X
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What are you so nervous about? It's not as if this will be the end of your existence.
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andru235
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as if WHAT will be the end of my -
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Master X
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You are within minutes of your blathing death, my boy. Do not be afraid; you'll continue to live on that planet for a few more years. This is only the end of your life as a blatherskite.
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at least, until quantum fluctuations result in a paralle -
HEY! but i'm not ready to die as a blatherskite!
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Don't be afraid.
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andru235
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i'm not afraid, i'm pi-
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Ah, but you are shaking. You must be afraid.
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andru235
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it's not like i can override biology while still incarnated, you know! besides, i'm not scared, i'm irritated.
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Are you irritated because you will soon be with me for a very, very long time?
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andru235
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NO! yes! i mean, no, that's not why i'm irritated. what irks me is that i was close to finishing a project; i started a countdown, and i was aiming to be finished by the time i -
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Oh, THAT. You'll still be able to finish it, but no offense, you aren't even nearly finished with it, my boy. You have more than forty pieces left! I mean, really! Did you even finish twenty?
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andru235
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... uh, YEAH, well, no. i finished sixteen, but ... how did you know, anyway?
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Oh, please. It's easy for me to scry upon you, my boy. I am at home, and you are not. Everytime you wonder if I exist I get a little ... how shall I say ... "text message".
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andru235
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a text message.
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Master X
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Yes.
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andru235
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you are the hope of my existence, ... and my thoughts of you ... inspire ... text messaging.
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Master X
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In an analogous sort of way.
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andru235
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i hoped that someday i might inspire more in someone that mere text messaging.
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Master X
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And you will, someday. Really, though, it's not a matter over which one ought despair. We're seperated from each other by dimensions, planes, realities, cosmicalities, and other stuff, too, and so if you think about it, text messaging is not so bad.
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well, what i need is a hug.
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*Hug*
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andru235
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thanks, but i meant a real, corporeal hug.
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My boy, I won't be able to really hug you until we inhabit the same corporeal world.
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andru235
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when will that happen?
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When your current body dies. You know that.
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andru235
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well, i know that, but ...
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Master X
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You don't know it. You suspect it, you wonder about it, you sense it, but you don't know. No one knows, where you are. I inspected that planet thoroughly, and almost none of the humans know it. It has been socialized out of them by the time they are five.
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andru235
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you're starting to sound like me
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My boy, it is you who sounds like ME. I excersize significant control over you. Perhaps I have no influence over anyone else there, on that planet ... but why should I care. It is you who I -
Ah! Here we are. Come this way.
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what's it to you?
who
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