Good Morning!

{ You feel warm and content. You are comfortable and cozy, resting beneath a swath of blankets. } { (live: 3s) [ (stop:) The digital alarm clock is blaring that horrible noise. It always knows just when to interrupt you, perfectly content and satisfied with your slumber. ] } { (live: 4s) [ (stop:) You are still groggy, and unsure if you want to leave the comfort of your bed. [[Turn The Alarm Off]], or [[Sleep Through Alarm]] ] } (set: $Sanity to 0) (set: $ClothesSearch to 0) (set: $Invest to 0) (set: $DresserSearch to false) (set: $BinSearch to false) (set: $BedSearch to false) (set: $ClosetSearch to false) (set: $Research to 0)

No matter how much you try to ignore it, your alarm continues to incessently buzz from your phone. The sound is driving you nuts. You can't stay in this safe, content, distant space forever. You need to [[Turn The Alarm Off]]. [[Try to Go Back to Sleep]]

Despite your best efforts, you are still unfortunately awake. You cannot drift away into dreamland with that incessant buzzing and beeping. Why you ever intentionally gave yourself the worst, most annoying option for an alarm to sart your day with, you'll never know. (live: 6s) [ (stop:) You are fed up with the alarm, and have an idea to [[Permanently Silence The Alarm]]. ] }

Slumping out of bed, dragging what blankets you still have covering your body, you position yourself right over the nightstand next to your bed. You know if you were to just turn it off while staying in bed, you would fall asleep again. You turn off the alarm, its incessant beeping finally calming down for the day. You put your blankets back on your bed, not bothering to make your bed. Its not that kind of day today. It would probably be a good idea to [[Wash Your Face]] to help get rid of your grogginess.

You slam your fist down onto the alarm clock. Upon lifting it, you see that the clock lay shattered - who knew you had so much strength? Its not like anybody could remember the last time you exercised. Regardless, the threat to your peaceful reign has passed - the evil of the alarm is gone, replaced only with the wind rusting through trees outside, birdsong, and other stereotypical natural sounds. You can finally [[Go Back To Sleep]].

Content, you slowly but surely drift off back to sleep, ignoring your human responsibilities and life in order to be a sleepy hermit - just for another hour, maybe. ENDING 4 [[Return to the Start |You are Awake.]]

You start clawing. Pulling. Like a rabbid animal, you start shredding your own face. You don't feel a thing. No pain. No blood. There's layers and layers and endless layers of nothing, but all superfluous. All of it is fake. All of it isn't you. You need to dig deeper. (live:5s) [ (stop:) And then you hit the end. All you see underneath is [[Metal.]] ]

Waddling into the bathroom like a scared penguin caring for an egg, you slowly reach over to your sink before turning it on with the coldest water your apartment can provide. You collect some of the freezing cold water into your hands and splash it over your face, feeling a wave of anguish over the fact that you decided to do this to yourself. You do this multiple times, since you really need to wake up and you know that no matter what happens, you won't really [[Wake Up]] otherwise.

Finally fullly awake, you stare at yourself in the mirror. Just taking in your own facial features a bit. It's been a long week, you're starting to get bags under your eyes. You should probably go [[Go Have Breakfast]],,, or maybe you could [[Stare for Just a Little bit Longer]]

Staring at yourself for just a bit longer than you probably should, you start to notice all the tiny imperfections and annoyances you hate about your appearance. The slight bits of acne, the acne *scars*, the annoying loose hairs that sprout between your eyebrows that always feel so prominent but never quite enough to be noticed by someone who isn't intensely looking at your face. You feel dissapointed about doing this all again. You have more important things to do. (set: $Sanity to it + 1) You should [[Go Have Breakfast]].

As you exit the bathroom and walk towards your kitchen, you see some old photos hanging on the wall. Lovely cherished memories of times gone by, with only these small mementos to remember them by. Maybe you should stop for a moment to [[Reminisce]] about the past,,, But realistically, [[You're Too Hungry For That]].

The pictures that adorn the walls show largely recent memories, of you and your friends. Sure you've had some hiccups and bad memories made, but by and large, its far easier to [[Remember the Good Times]] than to remember anything else. Bad memories might stick out more, but you've made more good one than you can count.

You're much too hungry to even attempt to think about anything other than shoving food in your mouth. Finally reaching your small kitchen, you settle on a bowl of cereal, mostly because you need to go grocery shopping tomorrow. Though of course, conveniently it seems like the cereal is not in the normal place you leave it. You could always [[Rummage Through the Cabinets]] to see where exactly the cereal is?

After a very intense bout of searching through your very unorganized and messy cabinets, as well as scanning through your dirty unwashed silverware for anything you could maybe use a second time, you find two cereal boxes. One, a [[Generic Fruit-Themed Cereal]] meant to be an alternative to a name-brand that you bought simply because it was cheap and all the good options were taken, and the other, a somehow *more generic* [[Bland, Cheap Name-Brand Cereal]]l that has the taste profile of a piece of paper. Why you bought this one, you don't know.

There were so many fun memories you had with your friends and family. So many wonderful experiences and pleasant encounters. (live: 3s) [ (stop:) For whatever reason though, you can't seem to remember any of them very clearly. (live: 5s) [ You try to think on everything you see in the pictures, the faces and the people you know you know, but trying to remember anything about their personalities, their names, how any of you met proves difficult. Maybe you should see if you can [[Remember Childhood]] any better than these recent memories? ] ]

Trying to remember your childhoos proves even more difficult. The name of the streets you grew up on, the houses you've lived in and moved through, gradeschool, anything and everything is a blur, like someone took a paintbrush and wiped over a landscape. You cannot remember your parents faces. You cannot remember their names. (set: $Sanity to it + 1) [[Put Off Memory Crisis]] [[Have a Brief Memory Crisis]]

It would likely be best to, ignore this all. Maybe its just a product of not getting enough sleep, maybe your mind is torn between hunger and everything else you need to do today. You can always save time to remember the important things for later. For now, you should [[Head to the Kitchen]] and eat something. Hopefully you'll feel better and remember better once you've had a meal.

You can't remember your parents. Your friends. Your family. Did you have pets? What was any of your childhood like? What was anything you've done in the past like? You can only remember the immediate present. You can't have dementia, right? You're much too young for that. So why can you only remember things happening recently? Why can you not remember your friends faces? Maybe you should [[Head to the Kitchen]] to take your mind off of this. Maybe eating something would help you process this, and remember something. (set: $Sanity to it + 1)

[[Rummage Through the Cabinets]]

You decide on the generic fruit themed cereal. It tastes just like how plastic fruit are meant to taste. It's *incredibly nutritious.* You should [[Grab Your Phone]], maybe check the news while you eat this. It'll take your mind off the taste.

You decide on the bland and cheap name-brand cereal. It tastes just like how you imagined it would: that is, it has no discernable taste at all. A piece of cardboard would have a more distinct flavor profile than this. You should [[Grab Your Phone]], maybe check the news while you eat this. It'll take your mind off the lack of taste.

You realize you had never actually gotten your phone, usually leaving it on your nightstand. Somehow though, you see it sitting idly on the counter in front of you. Maybe you just forgot it in here yesterday and were too tired to go and get it? That would likely explain why you're having trouble remembering anything from last night. Either way, you decide to [[Scroll Social Media]] to see if you can see any local news updates.

You find nearly nothing of worth on social media. You wonder why you ever thought scrolling this would be worthwile in the first place, since all you ever see is bickering over random online discourse and celebrity gossip. There is [[That One Post]] that caught your eye, though.

Quickly scooping as much cereal into your spoon as you can, you practically inhale what's left of your breakfast as you rush to continue your morning routine. Eventually, you finally finish it all, and leave your bowl right where it is. You can clean it later. Along with the rest of your dirty dishes. It's about time you got your work uniform, which should be back in [[Back in the Bedroom]].

Making your way back to your bedroom, you realize what an absolute mess the place is. Your bed is messy of course, since you just got out of it. But there are so many scattered clothes and books and other things strewn about across the floor. It's a miracle you ever walk out of this room alive, let alone without stubbing your toe against some unseen hardcover novel you forgot you bought. Either way, you still need to[[Gather Clothes for Work]], in spite of this mess.

There's a few places you know to check first, at least. Chances are, your work clothes will be around here somewhere, instead of just under piles of other junk on the floor. (if: $DresserSearch is false) [[Look in the Dresser]] (if: $BinSearch is false) [[Look in the Laundry Bin]] (if: $BedSearch is false) [[Look on the Side of Your Bed]] (if: $ClosetSearch is false) [[Look in the Closet]] (if: $ClothesSearch >= 4)[[Check the Laundry Room]]

You don't really find much in your dresser. It's wholly unorganized, and you can't seem to find anything you've ever actually worn inside. (set: $ClothesSearch to it + 1) [[Gather Clothes for Work]]

Scouring your laundry bin, you see your most recent load of fresh laundry. Your work uniform is not sitting in it, but you found a good, clean pair of socks. So that's at least something you won't have to look for. (set: $ClothesSearch to it + 1) [[Gather Clothes for Work]]

You look to the side of your bed. What with how horribly organized your bedroom is, you'd think maybe you just threw off your work uniform the last time you wore it, and it fell down somehow into the crevice between your bed and the wall. (set: $ClothesSearch to it + 1) (live: 4s) [ Instead, you find a puddle of blood. Logically, you [[Look At the Blood]]. ]

You found your work shoes at the base of your closet! Unfortunately, everything else in there isn't remotely related to your work clothes. At least there was something, useful to be found, though. (set: $ClothesSearch to it + 1) [[Gather Clothes for Work]]

At this point, you decide it would be best to go to the laundry room. If you can't find it here, then the only logical explanation is that its just sitting in your dryer, and likely has been for hours. (live: 3s) [ Once you get to the laundry room, though, you see something poking out of the washer. It's something weirdly big. You don't recognize what it is at first. ] (live: 5s) [ Getting closer, you realize what it is. [[There's A Body]]. ]

(text-colour:red)[There is a person kneeling, limping into your washing machine. You do not recognize them from this distance. You think to call out a name, to grab your phone and call a friend, but deep down you know you need to do something else. You need to get closer. You need to see who it is.] (live: 4s) [ (stop:) (text-colour:red)[Approaching the body, you recognize it immediately. [[It's Your Body.]]] ]

(enchant:?passage,(text-colour:red))[The Body appears to be your own. Your hair, your face. Each tiny imperfection in your features exists perfectly, right in its exact place. Its as if you had died, but your consciousness remained standing above your own corpse, looking on in horror. You should [[Investigate Closer]].]

The blood must be recent, given that its just puddled on the floor, barely still wet, largely encrusted onto the floor. It can't be your blood, since if it was, there would be a lot more of it, and everything else seems clean. You don't have any cuts or injuries either, so it couldn't be caused by anything like that. (set: $Sanity to it + 1) You should go back to getting ready. You need to[[Gather Clothes for Work]].

Why is there a body here? Why does she look like you? How did she die? You can't tell if its out of some sense of morbid curiosity, but you think you should probably investigate the corpse a bit, to get a better understanding of *who* it is and what its doing here. [[Check her pulse. Just to be sure]] [[Check Her Pockets]] [[Look At Her Wound]] [[Look At Her Eyes]] (if: $Invest >= 3)[You suddenly feel like you're [[Falling]].]

You decide to check the pockets, to see if there's any clue about where this person was, and how they got into your apartment. Though You suppose they probably just, posed to look like you. Definitely. There's no other explanation. (live:6s) [ (stop:) There is nothing of note in the pockets. You can feel a few old reciepts and a tissue, as well as a business card for some ai company, but nothing specific enough to get a name. (set: $Invest to it + 1) [[Investigate Closer]] ]

You move your hand to her neck first, to see if you can feel anything from a vein around there. You forget the name of the vein specifically. (live: 9s) [ (stop:) You feel nothing. No pulse. No movement not caused by your own hands. You check a vein at her wrist next. (live: 15s) [ (stop:) Still, nothing. You know for sure that they're dead. (text-colour:red)[This person with your face is dead.] (set: $Sanity to it + 1) (set: $Invest to it + 1) [[Investigate Closer]] ] ]

You notice a wound on their chest. You can't make out exactly what it is or was caused by. It looks too wide to be a stab. It's like someone shoved their whole fist directly through the center of the ribcage, and only barely didn't make it out the other side. You feel incredibly ill just thinking about it. (set: $Invest to it + 1) [[Investigate Closer]]

It's like looking in a mirror. (live:4s) [ (stop:) Their eyes are clouded over. (live:2s) [ (stop:) You don't want to look anymore. (set: $Sanity to it + 1) (set: $Invest to it + 1) [[Investigate Closer]] ] ]

You collapse to the floor. You can't stand to look at it anymore right now. You know its your body. But you're also alive, sitting, crumpled into a ball on the floor. What happened to them? [[What Now?]]

You can't feel your legs, or your arms. Your chest is heavy, so heavy it could burst out from the rest of your body. You can't tell what you're doing anymore, but you're at least standing [[What Are You Doing?]]

You move as if you're only figuring out how to walk for the first time. It feels like you shouldn't even be able to move right now. After all, your body is there, in the laundry room, stuck between washing its brains away and lying limp on the floor. You make your way [[Back to the Bathroom]]

You've made your way into the bathroom again. You feel like your brain is collapsing in on itself. You can't get your mind away from that body, from yourself. You're trapped in your own cyclical thinking about who you are and who it is. If that body is you, then what are [[Your Memories]]? Would they be your memories or theirs? Would they even be real? Maybe you're just [[Too Ill to Think]].

Thinking on your memories, you can't help but feel as if they're rapidly flooding out of you. You already couldn't remember them clearly, all seeming watery and distorted, as if viewed from a distance - now you feel like the dam in your brain has been broken, and they're slowly rushing out of your skull, the brack in the dam getting bigger and bigger. [[Whose Memories are They?]]

You're too sick to think. You're feeling dizzy, and nothing you think can make sense out of this situation. You're leaning over the toilet now. (live:2s) [ (stop:) Your body is rejecting everything you've done up to now. In a desperate attempt to get rid of this feeling, feeling everything and anything in this moment, you're [[Vomitting]]. ]

You don't even know if they're your memories anymore. You were having a hard time making them out, anyways. Who's to say they're even your memories? What if they belong to that corpse in the laundry room? [[Who is the Body?]]

You can't even begin to know who that person is. There's been no official tests or inspections, just your own incompetent deductions. But you know who it is. You've woken up with your own face for years and years. You would recognize it anywhere. (set: $Sanity to it + 1) [[Who are You?]]

You don't know if your memories are even yours anymore. Who's to say this house is yours? The clothes you're wearing, the ones you're looking for, the cereal you ate, the phone you scrolled. Who's to say you are you? How do you even know who you are? What if that body is you? What would that mean for you, living and breathing and alive right now? (live:5s) [ (stop:) Who's even to say that you're alive right now? [[Too Ill to Think]] ]

You slowly lean off the toilet. You feel like shit. You don't know what to do. But what other option is there other than wondering about [[What is Happening?]]

What do you do next? Do you call an ambulance? Would they just think you're some identity thief who killed the real person in a rage? Would they think *the body* was an identity thief who tried to do the same? How did they even die? [[How did This Happen?]]

You know that the body looks exactly like you. The person somehow got into your house. For whatever reason, they were in the washing machine. You know there's a bloody hole in their chest. You know they're dead. You know they didn't have any kind of ID, be it a phone or a wallet or even a business card. (live:5s) [ (stop:) You couldn't have done anything. You know you wouldn't have. How could you anyways? If even thinking about the body is making you this sick, how could you have caused it? But that just makes it all the more confusing. Who else could've killed them? How do you even share the same face as this corspe? [[Are You Dead? Is This Hell?]] ]

(if: $Sanity >= 7)[You're questioning anything. Everything. You don't even know who you are anymore, you don't know if you know anything about yourself anymore. You start to think. "[[What Am I?]]"] (if: $Sanity < 7 and $Sanity > 2)[Couldn't this just be some elaborate joke? Some attempt to scare you out of your mind? You don't even know if that body was human to begin with. [[What Even Is The Body?]]] (if: $Sanity <= 2)[[There Has to be an Explanaiton]][. There has to be some logic behind this. You can't get more lost in your own head than you already have. You need to try to focus.]

{ You look up to the mirror. You can't even tell that the bathroom is surrounding you anymore. } (live:5s) [ (stop:) { You can't tell who you are anymore. The visage in the mirror is a stranger. Its incorrect, visceral, *wrong*. } ] (live:10s) [ (stop:) { You need to see underneath it. You need to fix it. You need to see what you are. } (text-colour:#e03131)[[Tear Off Your Skin]]]

You aren't a coronary inspector. You aren't a detective. What chance would you have of identifying a real human body? For all you know it could just be some weird wax figure. (live:6s) [ (stop:) You aren't coping well with this. Any idea you come up with feels desperate, like you're just trying to rush past the correct answer, because you don't even know if its correct. That still doesn't answer what exactly it is. You can't take not knowing, jumping from possibility to possibility. It doesn't matter how unrealistic it is, you just need *anything* to avoid reality. [[Is the Body a Clone? Am I A Clone?]] ]

There has to be some kind of reasoning behind this all. There needs to be something you missed, something you didn't think about, something you didn't consider. There has to be some explanation here - a body doesn't just appear from the washing machine. Every puzzle like this has some kind of definite answer, some series of events *caused* this. You can't get lost in your own head now, you need to pull yourself together and figure this out for yourself. You need to [[Go Back To The Body]].

You're slowly creeping through your house. Each step feels like an eternity - dragging yourself, tired, confused, in pain, slowly towards what you know you need to do. Ignoring the pictures on the walls. Ignoring your phone. Ignoring the cereal bowl, the clothes, work, everything. You need to do this for *yourself*. (live:7s) [ (stop:) You've finally made your way back to the laundry room. You're staring it down, as if trying to look at it would make this any easier, like a stern glance could make it shrivel up and run off like a scared animal. There needs to be something you missed, something you forgot to check. You need to [[Loot the Corpse]]. ]

You find it. Rather quickly, in fact. The shock of seeing your own face, your own body, limp and lifeless must have made your searching and scanning of the body less than thorough. There's a weird ticket stuck in one of the person's pockets. From a glance, it looks like a sort of business card, but on looking closer, it looks more and more like a train or plane ticket. [[Read the Ticket]]

The ticket seems almost like a product referral. (text-colour:#cc5de8)["Altered Inteligence: AI For the Modern Man"], it reads. Who would willingly use a tacky slogan like that? It goes on into some more specific product codes and corporate jargon that you can't understand. It would probably be a better idea to just go to their website than try to read this spheal. You go back to the kitchen, feeling slightly more invigorated. Grabbing your phone, you start to [[Look Online For the Company]].

The "(text-colour:#cc5de8)[Altered Intelligence]" website isn't much more clearn than their weird product ticket. There are a few different pages available on the website though. Two specifically are eye-catching, among the simple "product demo" and "locations near you" pages. [[Eternity?]] [[Robotic Solutions?]] (if:$Research >= 2)[[So I'm...]]

{ (text-colour:#cc5de8)[Here at Altered Intelligence, we strive to push technology and humanity to the next phase of their development. We want only the best for our clients, so we strive to only create the greatest innovations in artificial intelligence.] } { (text-colour:#cc5de8)[Our most recent focus has been dedicated wholly to the development of Robotic Solutions to combat the feelings of losing a loved one. Pain is, well, painful! So, we've designed synthetic humanoid figures - based off of your specifications and provided data - to help return your lost loved one to you! Never feel the pain of death again...] } (live:10s) [ (stop:) You think you can guess where this one is going. You've decided you've read enough [[Look Online For the Company]] (set: $Research to it + 1) ]

You're likely artificial. You don't know how or why, but that person in the laundry room had a product ticket for this shitty grift about "living forever". Your memories are so hazy because they aren't even yours. You don't even have memories to begin with. Who's to say you even have blood? If you're just a robot, what even helps keep you living? How did you eat? How did you throw up? If you are capable of having these memories and can think like this, are you technically that body in the laundry? Can you just go on living like nothings happened? Would it be right to do that? Are you Even Human? (live:4s) [ (stop:) [[But What Happened to Them?]] ]

You're walking around the actual problem, you think. You don't know what *you* are anymore, but you know there is *someone* dead in your house. You know they are you, or more specifically you are them. But what happened to them? How did this happen? Who killed you? No one else was here. No one else was in the house. You start to think,,, maybe. "[[Did I..?]]"

It couldn't have been. Just because you're the only person you know who was in the house last night doesn't mean there *couldn't* have been anyone else in the house. You don't remember anything from before you went to sleep, so realistically anything could've happened. (enchant:?passage,(text-colour:red))[But that doesn't erase the possibility that it was you.] Slowly, you start to[[Sit Down]], slumping into a chair in a similar way to how you collapsed onto the floor earlier. Only this time, slower, more gentle.

You're not you. Everything you could have known about yourself isn't real. You're not human. You're an imitation - something built in its image. Something close enough to replace a human. You could replace the person. Would anyone be able to tell? Would you even be able to tell after a while? You can't handle this anymore. You've started [[Sobbing]].

You remember what you were doing this whole time, amidst your flowing tears. You were just trying to get ready. You were just trying to live. You should take the week off from work. You can't possibly go in with all of this on your mind. You need to [[Take Some Time to Think]].

After all of this, you know less about what happend and who you are than you did before. You need to take some time to process this all. You can't hope to go on like this. You need to find your own humanity, whether it could possibly exist or not. ENDING 1 [[Return to the Start |You are Awake.]]

"You can't be a clone. Clones are stupid. Its so stupid to even think of that as a possibility." You keep trying to find anything to answer with. Anything to respond with. Talking with yourself isn't helping. You can't take being in your own head for much longer. Everything feels like its [[Breaking Down]].

You can feel your body physically crumbling on your bathroom floor. You can't tell who you are, who the corpse is, what you're doing in your own house. You can't remember why you woke up in the morning. You can't remember what you ate for breakfast. Did you eat breakfast? Who knows. You can't tell [[What is Real]] anymore.

(text-colour:#e03131)[Everything feels quick. You're having trouble thinking. All you can see is the body. Your body. [[What Happened To Them?]]]

(text-colour:#e03131)[You don't know what happened to yourself. You don't know who did it. But the body is you. You don't know who did this. You abandoned yourself. Your body is still there, in the laundry room. It still hasn't been bueried. Do you deserve one? What if you're the reason its dead in the first place? Would you still fo to your own funeral? [[What Have You Done?]]]

(text-colour:#e03131)[It was your fault. You're some inhuman freak. Your body is on the floor. You stole their face.] (live:15s) [ (stop:) You are lying on your bathroom floor. You are kneeling, limping into your bathtub. You cannot do anything else. ENDING 2 [[Return to the Start |You are Awake.]] ]

You're made of metal. You aren't flesh and blood and bone, but metal. You look at the bits and exposed metalic parts peeking out from your wound. You wonder how you couldn't have felt that this was here before. You wonder how you ever thought you were flesh. And then you see a [[Barcode.]] It sits right above your jawline.

There's a barcode. You're not even individual. You're a product. You're meant to be sold. This is for some factory and purchase identification. So you can be returned. Fixed. Replaced. Dismantled. Like the body in the laundry room. The human body in the laundry room. You're [[Not Even Human]]

Everything floods back to you. The body in the laundry room. Your morning. Waking up like any other day. Knowing you used to live every day in that way. The corpse used to live every other day like that. **You** used to live every day like that. And now you're stuck in this metal body. And the *real* you is dead. [[Break Down]]

You fall back onto the floor. Any sensation and feeling you could have is dull, numb, void. You can't feel. You don't know if you want too. You don't know if those sensations would even be real. How did you know anything you did up to this point was real? How did you know you were real? How did you feel things? You can feel yourself [[Vomitting Again]].

You've vomitted again into the toilet. You know you could feel that, at least. You can still eat. As much as you can't right now, you know you can still think. You're thinking of this all right now. You've done nothing but think and choose all morning. Your life is still yours. But that just makes you wonder, [[Who Are You?]]

You're not a human being. But you're still somehow human. Even if your flesh is synthetic, you can still function. You might not remember anything of your body's past, but it should still be possible to remember things. Right? You still have biological functions, you can still live, right? You have this house and you have friends and family, right? (live:10s) [ (stop:) You are still human, after all of this, right? Ending 3 [[Return to the Start |You are Awake.]] ]

You see one of your online friends reposted something about artificial intelligence. You seem weirdly attracted to the idea, exploring different possibilities and things that AI are capable of. You think you're not smart enough to do anything cool with it, but it'd be interesting to see where it all goes. You realize you've scrolled so much, you forgot to [[Finish Breakfast]].

(text-colour:#cc5de8)[Here at Altered Intelligence, our teams focus entirely on solving the problem of advancement in the human condition. It's been countless years since the dawn of the modern technological age, and most devices are stagnant, only allowing for things like news or family photos to be posted one minute, and gone the next. We think the solution to this stagnation is to create something eternal: a device perfectly capable of storing everything you need - forever. Your beloved family christmas memories to the bahamas will never go anywhere...] (live:6s) [ You're getting tired of reading this. It just goes on about the bahamas and weird cult-y concepts about living forever. [[Look Online For the Company]] (set: $Research to it + 1) ]