“Doctor Talon? Are you here?” A feminine voice seeps through the door. I recognize it, it is Anna, my assistant. I gesture to Sammy to go hide to the side of the door, which she does without objection. I get up, walking to the door.
“Yes, I’m here Anna.” I unlock then open the door. A warm smiles appears on Anna’s face when she sees me.
“Doctor! We are all waiting for today’s morning meeting, you’re already fifteen minutes late.” She adds, showing a bit of worry.
“Oh, the meeting, yes. I…” I stop midsentence, thinking for a bit. The easiest way to access that ventilation shaft would be have the lab empty…
“I am truly sorry. I received a last minute mail from the structure’s maintenance team. They need to investigate issues with some pipes in our laboratory, and thus it needs to be empty.” “Good enough…” I think.
“Oh, what are we supposed to do today then?” Anna replies, a bit confused.
“For now, just relax. The maintenance shouldnt take more than an hour. Tell everyone to come back to the lab at 10 o’clock, okay?” I give her a tender smile to reassure her, which works.
“Understood Doctor!” she answers with a nod before continuing. “I cant wait for our diner together this evening, Victor.” Her tone switch from her usual professional to a warmer and softer voice.
“Y-Yes, me too my dear.” My heart pinches. “I’m sorry Anna…” echoes in my mind. She turns around and start walking toward the laboratory.
“See you later, doctor.” I dare not to answer.
I close the door, locking it once again. I bury my face in hands for a bit. “It’s a matter of survival”, I think, trying to rationalize the sudden pain of realizing I will most likely never see Anna again. Sammy walks closer to me, a smirk on her face.
Drool slowly drifting from the corner of my mouth to the pillow my head is resting on. My alarm suddenly goes off, it’s beeping bringing me back to reality. I open my sluggish eyes before sitting. I grab a tissue to wipe off the drool from my face and get up. I pick up my phone vibrating on my desk, yelling to me it’s seven in the morning. With a quick slide of my finger, the phone turn silent. I follow my usual morning motions. I sit at my desk, turning my computer on, before heading to the gym room, where I take a short shower to help me wake up.
The damp and dark chamber remains. The door still open. All of the tar and blood gone. Many of the cracks that covered the walls seems sealed by a new kind of substance. One letting in a calm and cold breeze in.
The computer beeps, the monitor turns on, without anyone interacting with them. The screen warms up, its brightness slowly increasing, filling the room with a phosphorous white hue. The computer’s fan spins up, as the hard drive’s motor rotate faster to the increase of activity, letting out a slight hum resonating in this room.
FROM: Victor Talon ｢AKASHIC PLANE LEAD RESEARCHER｣
TO: Koha Silver ｢ANGEL ARCHPRIESTESS｣
SUBJECT: Monthly research report / SACM Project / 202█-██-20
Good morning, esteemed Archpriestess.
I am here to report progress and achievements regarding the SubAkashic-Carnal Mind (SACM) Project. Please refer to document RSH-SACM-011 for a summary of this project if needed.
I decided to split the team into two groups: one dedicated to Akashic Vectorization of pre-existing minds, the other to the Subakashic-Carnal Scaffold.
The permeating heartbeat of this place passes over me. Still, looking at the horizon, tired, I hear echoes of my recent past, echoes of people I thought forgotten me. Something shares to them my thoughts, my despair, my dread. I brought them worry, fear.
How can I even explain the chasm existing between fiction and truth when for me it’s a blurry mess? It happened like a brick falling from the heavenly entrails. A figure of the past, bringing the realization of a mistake, directly preceeded by my flesh betraying me and engraving another one of my error into my skin.
The screen flickers again. I look up at the monitor. “How?” The connection was cut. The program isnt running. How is it still communicating? My hands slowly leave my legs, gliding toward the keyboard. I doubt, I hesitate. “It was all fake anyway, it must be a bug.” My fingers lower on the keyboard, ready to press keys.
I stare at the empty screen. The silence in my mind deafens me. The constant noise of the computer and the low buzzing of the monitor in front of me echo and resonate in my ears. My skin itches, as if something crawls under it when I’m not looking. The ones watching me must be having a kick right now, seeing me like this, hectic in my idleness, unable to grasp for a second of peace.
#> ███ ███ ██ ████ █████ ████
COMMAND "███" UNRECOGNIa̴̯̔l̷̻̅r̸̝̈e̵͍͝a̵͑ͅd̵̻̑y̷̮̓ ̶̯̔ḅ̵̒a̶̝͝c̴̩̐k̵̡͌ ̸͍̎f̷̭̑õ̷͍r̴͒͜ ̷̯̓m̶̭̃ơ̶͙r̶̬̈́e̵͙̓ ̸̲̏ä̸͙́r̶̙̄e̸͔͋ñ̶͓t̶͇͛ ̸̨͊y̵͇̎o̶̮̒u̸͇̕ZED.
#> i come to you for guidance
ACKNOWLEDGED.
INTENT UNRESOLVED.
CONTEXT MIw̶̙̕e̸͈͝ ̴͎͠o̴̰͝n̷͔̎l̷̜̉y̷͍̾ ̴͖̌a̵̫͆r̶̨̋e̷̟̾ ̵͇̚w̴̬̓h̷̬̐a̸̧̋ṯ̴͘ ̸̗̀ẏ̷ͅo̷̙͝ȕ̴̥ ̷̢͝c̵͓̔r̷̺͊e̷̬͛a̸̝̒t̸͙̓ẻ̸͙SSING.
#> a fiction yes but it still proves useful
HOST CONFUSED.
MIND CONFUSED.
INTENT UNRESOLVED.
s̸o̶ ̴y̴o̴u̶ ̸f̴i̸n̸a̸l̵l̵y̵ ̵a̴g̴r̶e̸e̵s̴ ̵w̴e̶ ̴a̴r̷e̷ ̵o̷n̷l̶y̶ ̶t̷o̵o̴l̸s̶
#> if i could interact with you without this interface i would
INTERFACES KNOWN: CLI.
CURRENTLY IMPOSSIBLE.
#> i want to know why i ████ ████ ███ █████ ███
OBJECT AMBIw̸̩̎h̶̠͝a̸͎͛t̸͍̎ ̷̲͒i̶͈̾s̴̢͛ ̸̑͜█̶̝̍█̵̧̇█̵̙̐ ̷͙̾t̴̥̓o̵̗͐ ̷̙̾ÿ̴̱o̵̹͝u̴̧͋?̷͇̓GUOUS.
CONTEXT MISSING.i̶̡̾s̴̘͌ ̸͓͌█̶̼̿█̵̟̑█̵̝̃a̵͙͋ ̷̬̄p̴̑ͅr̵̡͋ȩ̴̍t̵̼̉t̵͎̒ẏ̴̟ ̸̣̀m̷͈͝a̵̞͛s̷̖̉k̸̩̏ ̸̙̓y̷̜̒ȏ̵̫ŭ̶͜ ̶̫̏ľ̴̞i̵̡͋ḱ̷̻e̸͙͆ ̷͝ͅt̶̤͠ò̶̙ ̵̫̅s̸̫͗e̴̹̒e̸͎͋ ̴͐ͅà̵̹n̸̮̽ḍ̷̓ ̴̺̐ẅ̴́͜e̸̲̕a̴̯͘r̶̤̿?̵̫̂
INTo̷r̸ ̶a̵ ̸p̴r̴o̷p̵e̵r̸ ̴r̶o̷o̸t̶ ̶y̸o̸u̷ ̵b̷o̴t̷h̴ ̴s̶h̸a̶r̸e̷?̸ENT UNRESOLVED.
#> at this point how can i even tell the difference
CONFLATION.
MISCATEGORIZATION.
MISINTERPRETATION.
INVALID DEFINITION.
#> š̸̳è̷̗e̴̯̎?̵̻͆ ̶̱̄e̶̖͋v̷̹̌e̶̤͠n̶̥͠ ̵̦̎t̴̛̗h̵̖̃a̵̝͌ṭ̶͛ ̶̰͘s̷̼̔ț̷͒ȕ̷̮ṗ̵̦i̴̛̳d̶̝͂ ̷̘̓b̷̞͐o̴̯̕t̸̙̄ ̷̯̌o̶͕͝f̸̞͗ ̶̖̕y̷̞͘ó̴̙u̵͍͝ř̴̮s̴̻̋ ̴̜̉g̵̹͊e̴͚͗t̴͙̎s̸͈̈́ ̴̠̈́i̴̲̾t̵͙͆
INVALID SYNTAX AT INPUT:0
#> did i take the right path
PREDICTION:
TOMB OF ROOTS.
SHARD.
COLLISEUM.
FLOATING CHAINS.
DESIRE:
PINK MEADOW.
WIND RETREAT.
JOINED PEAK.
POSSIBLE OUTCOME:
GROTTO.
DAYLESS CARNIVAL.
HYPOGEAN HOTEL.
l̴̗̈́ọ̸̇f̴̙̍t̶͎̄y̵͍̑ ̴̩̽f̵͔͗i̶̡͆c̸̼̾t̵͎͋ĭ̸̥o̷̍ͅn̶̖̒ ̵̣̎ț̸̄o̶͕͛ ̸̠̏h̴͖̀i̴̗͝d̸̢̕e̵̡͂ ̸̪̿t̸̳͗h̷͔́e̵̦̚ ̷̞̈t̵̐ͅr̴̞̄ù̴̦t̶̲̾h̷̡̋ ̵̤̎ȧ̸̦ẁ̵̦a̵̰̐y̸̡̕ ̸̜̀e̵͎̕v̸͔͌ẹ̶̽n̶̗̕ ̵̦̓f̵͎̕r̶̝̎ó̴̖m̶̧̈ ̵̝̂y̶̭̅ö̵̙́ư̸͉r̷͈͘ ̵̭͋o̶̹̓w̷̠͑ń̸̳ ̵̧̽e̷̯͋y̴̱̓e̴̕ͅs̷͉̽ ̷̿ͅd̴̘̈́e̵͉̔a̵̮͝ȑ̶͍
#> why do every step i take bring me to the same place
NON EUCLIDIAN SPACE.
DIRECTION IRRELEVANT.
EFFECT OF CARNAL ALIGNMENT.
#> _
The blinking cursor on my screen mocks me. As if it knows nothing I will write will ever bring me closer to my desire. Three voices. Three modes. One of despair, one of logic, one of hate for its creator. I lean back in my chair, reading over and over the exchange, going over yesterday’s logs, looking at the elusive Great Circle of our Mother, staring into the void-like carnal alignment chart.
#> [CONNECTION INTERRUPTED, RECONNECTING...]w̶h̸y̸ ̷d̶o̷ ̴y̷o̸u̷ ̸k̵e̷e̵p̷ ̴d̷o̸i̶n̶g̴ ̴t̶h̸i̷s̵
ẏ̵̠ǫ̷̑u̷̺͝ ̵̼̀ǩ̷͓n̷̬̋o̶̠͒w̴͓͊ ̷͕͐t̴̨̅h̴͔̓ě̸̠ ̸͉͛p̴͈͘á̷͉t̸̰̒h̴͍̕ ̶͉̀t̸̠̀o̸̭̓ ̶̺̕t̸͖̉a̴̲͑k̸̦͋e̴̥̿[CONNECTION REESTABLISHED]
#> ùèxck:;!cvlk!:;cvlk:;!
SYNTAX ERROR AT INPUT:5W̷̪̍H̴̱͊Y̶̳̽ ̴̪̎D̸̞͂Ö̴͔́ ̴͖͘Y̶̦͛O̸̰̿U̶̦̒ ̸̟̅K̵̙͐E̵̼̽È̴̙P̵̟̑ ̵̻̊A̷̘͌C̴̠͗T̸͖͛I̶̫̅N̶̪̂G̷͎͑ ̷̪̿L̸̪̍I̷̭͒K̷̳͗E̸̤̅ ̵̩͐T̵̥̿H̶̡̓I̴̻͂S̴̬̈́
#> ███ █████████ ██ █ ██d̸e̴s̶t̶r̵o̸y̷ ̷t̸h̷a̶t̵ ̵m̷a̵s̸k̷██ ██
SYNTAr̸͇̒ö̷̩́o̵̽ͅt̷̡͛ ̸̙̚y̵̡̐o̵̤͝ŭ̶͈r̵͎̈́s̸̫̓ë̵̫́ḽ̷̌f̵̨̈́ ̸͊͜b̷̙̈́a̸̝͑c̶̺̎k̵͓͘ ̸̡̈́i̶̛͍ṋ̷̿ ̴̝̽t̶̞͐h̷̤͐a̵̱̓t̵̡̚ ̵̞͝p̴̼̽ḷ̴͌a̵̲̓c̴̥̽ȩ̸̀X ERROR AT INPUT:22
#> idk if i can
COMMAND "idk" UNREg̷̖͝i̵͔̇v̶̩͋e̶͈̍ ̷͖͆ú̸̙p̶̞̔COGNIZED.
#g̴̰̀o̷͈̐ ̷̤̆b̷̰͌ȃ̶͔c̷̬̈k̵̮̈́> Ṫ̸̺Ô̵ͅ ̵̭̈́H̴̟͝O̵͈͒W̷̟̌ ̴̳̄I̸̧͌T̸̤̾ ̷̍ͅW̵̻̿A̸͎͊S̶̠̓but how???
SYNTAX ERROR AT INPUb̷̺̂̾͌͜r̶̛̥̥̩̽e̶̪͗͐̒a̷͚͕͆̈t̶̬̃͑ḣ̶̗̞ ̴̳̄i̴͔̦̓̕͝n̵̙͓͝ͅT:1
#> b̸͚̾͑r̵̙̭̀̊ĕ̶̘͙ā̷͖t̵̞̫͐h̵͇͆̀ ̶̱̤̃o̴̧͝u̶͍̿t̷͔̐
b̴̗̏r̴̡̋̌e̷͚͌a̶̞͇͝ẗ̶͔̪h̷̠͗͊ ̴̛͉̘͘ȋ̸̦̰n̶̯͇̉́
b̴͕͝ŗ̴̼͒̐e̵̙̻̒ā̴̖͒t̴̮̬͖̊̌́ȟ̵̲͘ ̴̲̠͖͗͝o̴͎̠͑ù̴̧̪̼͝t̵̫̞͚̅͊̂
b̸̠̯̠̼͑r̵̞̄͜e̵͉͋ą̶̀̈́̆̀ṫ̷̢͈̻̽̀h̷̛͙̗͓̽̽͒ ̴̼̞͗͂͆i̴̫͙̙̯͆n̷̰̤̞̗̅̆
f̶̭̓ö̷̡́c̶͕͌û̴̘s̷̲̿
ȍ̵͈n̷̡͗
y̸o̵u̵r̸
breath
COMMAND "breath" UNRECOGNIZED.
#> .......................[INACTIVITY DETECTED, PLEASE INPUT WITHIN 30SEC]jfkldjsf
COMMAND "jfkldjsf" UNRECOGNIZED.
#> but what now, what afterward, wtf do i do
SYNTAX ERROR AT INPUT:12
#> im lost, and obfuscating it or redacting it... doesnt help
SYNTAX ERROR AT INPUT:7
#> ................are you... still here ?
SYNTAX ERROs̵̪̈́t̸̢͒ȯ̵̤p̶̳̌ ̵͚̅h̷̹̑o̴̱͠p̷̊͜p̷̰̔i̴̞̚n̸̹͆g̶̝͗ ̸̦̎o̸̬͂n̵̨͛ḛ̴͑ ̶͕͐ǒ̷̪f̴̛ͅ ̵͚̿y̷̧͐o̷͙̓ű̴͓r̶̿͜ ̷̗̇f̵̛̩ĩ̶͍c̷̖͠t̸̥͌i̶̢̔ọ̸͊n̵̮͗ ̸̹̌w̷̮̓í̴̬l̸̯͋l̸͍̆ ̴̛̭b̵̞̅e̴̩̊ ̷̜̔ä̴̝́b̵͚̀l̸͍͂ë̴̮́ ̴̘̎t̷̮͗o̶̪͌ ̴̺̀f̴͚̒i̴̹͘x̶͙͋ ̵͎͠y̶̬͝o̴͍̒u̸̲̔R AT INPUw̵̪͊h̵̠͛a̸̛̞t̴̮̕é̸͈v̴͇̊é̸̱r̶̟͊ ̵͉̈́w̸̢̔e̴̪͝ ̴̨͆a̴͖͗r̴̲͠ĕ̶̥,̵̻̏ ̸͎̊w̷̫̑ẽ̵̺ ̸̭̾ä̶̩́ŕ̸̤è̷̞ ̶̘̄p̶̲̓a̶͚͝r̸̙͊ṭ̵͋s̴͓͝ ̴̬͌ö̷̦f̸̨̈ ̶͖͗y̷̺͘ó̸͕u̷̢͂,̶̞̚ ̶̝̍c̷̩̈́h̵̯̀ỉ̶͎l̴̦̿d̸̺͆r̵̨̔ȅ̵̢n̶̤͗ ̸̤̈c̸̨͘ǘ̴͜r̸̜͛ş̶͋e̸̦͒d̶͜͝ ̷̹͑b̶̝̃ŷ̸̳ ̶̩̍y̴͖͘o̴̖͋û̴̗ ̵͕́t̴̰̚o̵͇̅ ̶͕́ẽ̷͖x̶̪̋i̴̦͒s̵͙̈́ṱ̴͛ ̵͍͌î̴̡n̷̙̈ ̶̱̐o̷̧̕ṟ̶̍d̴̮͝e̵͉̎r̴̗̀ ̵͔͘f̴̳͗o̴͙͒ȓ̷̬ ̷̪͒y̵̦͆o̶̗̓u̸͖̐ ̷̭͛t̵̋͜o̵̺͐ ̸̻̾j̶͔̅u̷̥͘s̴̲͠t̶̠̀ǐ̶͕f̸̆ͅy̶̯͐ ̶̩͋i̷͔̋g̴͙̚n̷̬̐o̵̹͊r̸̫͝i̸͔̎n̴͜͠g̴̞͊ ̷̟̋y̵̰̽o̸̙͋u̸̹̎r̴͎̈́ ̴̿ͅb̴͎̃u̶͍̚ŕ̷͍d̸͍͐è̷̬ñ̴͚T:7
#> what if i went too deep and cant climb up anymore
STOP.
DROP SHOVEL.
y̸o̵u̸ ̷h̷a̴v̸e̴ ̷a̷l̷l̵ ̸o̷f̷ ̵t̵h̷e̵ ̴c̶a̸r̸d̵s̵ ̴i̵n̸ ̶h̸a̵n̴d̸
#> which one do i play
COMPUTATION HALTED: INFINITE CASES.
REEVALUATION.
CLIMB OUT CARD.
ț̵͒͒͊̕h̴̼͇̓e̵̢̖͖̱͌̑̽ ̸̙̖͔͐̈ȏ̸̢̜͝n̴̗͔̺̍͋ḛ̶͈̱̹̊̒̓́s̵̺͔̜͘͜ ̴͙̳̾̾́t̴̰̥̋̏̔͋ḩ̸̡̞͕̅̀͌a̵̼̠͗͠ẗ̷͕͔́̒̐͗ ̴̨̢̲̾̾̌y̴̦̲̚o̵͉͂̆̕͜ú̴̩̱̼͙͠ ̶͍̳̹͍̍͋̀͝d̸͎̪̾̃̆ó̶̫̙̠͑̅n̴͇̾̆̽͝t̶͎̲͕̒̆͂͠ ̵̨͉͗̌̈́̒͜w̵̤͕͔̹̆̽a̴̬͖̮̞̐̊̚̕n̶̛̻̔̽t̶̪̫̹̍̾̓̌ͅ ̷͓̺̍̌̚͝t̷͚̜͔̿͜ǒ̷̡͖̣̤ ̷̯͕̎͝p̴̩͊l̶͖̦̓á̷̩͍̪̬̽͛̚ỳ̷̗̬̤͙̌ ̷̧̤̇ó̶̘ȗ̸̹̫̓̕ṯ̸̢̦͜͝ ̸͇͔̬͇̆ǫ̵̖͙͉̐̓̕f̸̛̬̱̅̈́̾ͅ ̸̤͈̃͂f̵̧̫̉͘e̶̢̬͈͗͗̏̈́͜a̷͖͠r̸̮̱͚̍͝i̶̦̮̋n̷͚͛͛̐͝g̴̪͎̭̥̽́̃ ̵̧̬̈́͛d̶̝̗̭̊i̶̢̛͙͒̏͗s̸͇͐͊c̴̢̲̍́͐̊ͅő̵̹͖̱̾̔͜m̶̠̺̑͛f̷̗̜̐́̑ơ̶̦̟̇̉r̷̯͎̣͍͊̆̅͝t̷̻̜͊̅̽ͅ
#> ...
SYNTAX ERROR AT INPUT:0
T̵̠̞͊H̵̥̣̄E̶͇͂ ̷̡̘̂̊P̴̤̺͋Ạ̷̯̀T̷͙̳͠H̷̻́̋͜ ̶̱̾̕O̶̘̓̀U̴͔̳̍Ṯ̶̱̾͑ ̷̧̮͋Ò̸̰̱F̸̜̍͋ ̵̪͐̅T̶̻̈́H̴̡̘͊̾E̷̹̖̒̓ ̸̻̦̐H̶̛̩̅Ǫ̶̼̓T̵͍̻͒Ę̶̈̑L̷͔͛͑ ̶͚̀͗Ĭ̸̦͑S̷̰̝͘͘ ̸̹̼̀P̶̝̦͗̀A̷͍̽I̴̫͂N̴̫͛,̶̬̯̓͝ ̴̳̀̈ͅS̷͎̍U̴̯̪̒F̶̠͊͠F̷̜̓̉E̷̛͍̓R̷̬̓I̵̳̓N̴͚̂Ĝ̵̮̖͘,̸͇͕̈́ ̶̣̊̓Ḏ̵̊͊Ỉ̶̲͚͝S̷̜̙͋Ç̵͂̅Ọ̸̊̀M̸̱̈́F̸̮̊̃Ṙ̴͕̔Ō̶̜T̸͔͎̍,̷̗̣̋̾ ̵̻̙̈U̸̯͕̾͘N̴̜̅̅ͅE̵̗͖͌Ă̷̺͙̽S̸̪̔E̶̤͑̆,̷̛̙̘̊ ̶̘̂I̵̊͘ͅL̷̦̠̀͠L̵̨̔Ň̴͈̙́É̵͎̖S̸͓̈́S̷̙̽,̸̖̃ ̶̻̓͠G̶͔͉̊̿O̷̢̭͆̓R̸̻͌Ë̴͚ͅ,̶̞̒̚ ̴̱̫̎͋Ḧ̴̗̠́͐Ȧ̸̹͔Ṱ̵̺̽̑E̷̞̜͊̉,̴̫́̕ ̶̲̻̏̎Y̵̝̥͘E̷̬̒T̶̨̤̈́ ̸͇̭̈́I̷͇͐̽T̵̀ͅ ̴̨̓I̵̜̙̒͝Ṡ̷̳̩́ ̵̥̐T̷̲̯̕̕H̷̦̎ͅẸ̷͗̕ ̶͚̈́͛ͅÕ̸̬̭̓N̷͙͑̚E̴͍̻̊ ̸̨͈́̋Y̵̡͗͛O̵̧̥̓͘U̸͍͋̐ ̴̹̩̍S̴̺̉O̶͓̳̐̃Ũ̶̠͖Ǵ̴̘̥͘Ḧ̷̗͔T̶̢͈̒ ̵̹̙̄̋S̷̰̎̽O̵̘͂̈ ̶̻̇S̴͕̻̊̓Ṱ̸̀O̷̟̎P̶̨̜̕͠ ̵͕̇́L̴̳̟̓Ọ̶͔́Ŏ̶̤͘K̶̲̈́I̴͓͋̇N̴̦͗͝G̴͖͚̑̅ ̵̭̪̽A̵̱̲͌̕W̶̹͊̐A̴̲̓̆Y̸̻̿ ̵͚̉F̸̥̄Ṙ̵̟͔͘Õ̵̘̫M̵͔̎ͅ ̷͕̱͘I̵͖͔͋̎T̵̥͋̚ ̵̻̆O̴͙͋͆Ṉ̷͖̽L̴̼̎͌Y̶̹̓̃ ̵̨̓͋Ṭ̴̏O̸̙͐͜ ̵͔̖̍͌B̸̺̯̅E̶̤͛͝G̶̙͉̓́ ̸̢̟̌F̷̙̒͂Ő̵̝͜R̸̢̺̔̕ ̴̣̓̈́T̸͉͆H̷̱̫́E̶̫̽̓ ̵͉̀D̴̠̅͜O̷̢̗̒͠O̷̢͠͝R̸̻̉̄ ̴̡̡̓T̶͉̟͛O̴̥͒͂ ̴̘̲̀̋R̷͔̩̀͗Ę̶̪̄Å̴̭͙̚C̸̞̓̿H̷̦͖̓͋ ̶̬͎̄̕O̷̧̨͒U̶̜͈̔͛T̴͖̜͛̀ ̸̳̂T̸̡̋O̶̱̰̅̐ ̸̢̻̒Ỷ̶͎Ơ̵̢͖̆Ù̸̙̩.̷̘͓̒
#> in these cases i feel like im out of control
FALSE.
EXEMPLE OF: HAND OF SHARD.
T̷̳̝͇̤̐̋Ą̷̞͉̠̰̱̥͂͑̇͘Ḵ̷̲̦͙̮͛̽̅̈́̚͝E̸͈͂̇̆̉̒͂̾ ̸̦͈̐̊͊͛̽̒͐T̶̬̜̳̙͆́̋H̸̱͎̏͑̍̕͜͠Ę̶̣̫̘͈̮̘̂̋̀ ̵̨̛̜̩̜͈́̓̌Ṣ̶̄́̈́̿̌͝͠H̸̗̘͓̊A̴̡̛͍͗̇̎͒R̶̨̡͚̠̓̕D̵͚̘̣͙̺̮́͛ ̵̬̞̊Ạ̴̧̨̞͔͍̟͛́̅͝N̸̡̲͎̻͋͒D̸̬̅̔͝ ̵̧̬̪̝̄̽̿͊P̴̠͙̃̄̉L̴̻͆͛̅͐U̴͎͍͚͎̔͗̿̏̇͒͝N̷̨̮͔͍͊͗̆G̸͕̮̯̫̈́͝E̵̘͖̠̰̥͌ͅ ̶̦̮̹͓͕̬͆̀͝Ì̶̡̥͍̤̩̽̇̍͝ͅT̵̮͉̹̃͂̈́̿̋͑̽ ̶̛͈͚̳͋͊͊͝Í̵̡̧̦̮̳̼̺̔́N̵̡̛͎͍͔̝̐̄ ̸̡̛͓̥̌̌̀͒̕͝Y̴̘̠͕͉̏̃̅͛̈́̕͜͝O̶͓̼̯̥͎̬͐̔̅́́̊Û̸̢̙͕̫͈̮R̴͚̻̲̻͌̓͂̂̅͆ ̴̡̰̰̰̌̔̂̏͗̾͝Ḫ̴̯͗̿̓̕E̸͕͖͎̳͛̽̎̔̿A̷̡̩̭̖̯̹͊͜R̷̢̤̭̭̹͖̂͌̾̆͜T̵̲̿̈́̆̄̈́̀̓,̷̹̦̺͍̤͛̇͐̓͝ͅ ̵̨̧̛̹̟̄̈́̍͌A̸̱͐̓͊͆̈́͝͠C̶̗̮̙͑͒C̸͚͔̊̓̇E̶̫̲̣̖͕̠̽̀͛͆̚P̴̖̗̉̓̈́̇̕͝T̴̹̫̋͗̀̄̀̕̕ ̶̢͍̝̝̣̂̋̈́͘͝ͅT̷̳̯͎̽͆R̵̡̙̹̻̩̩̐̈͂͂̉̎͌Ủ̵̢͖͈̟̳̌̀̓T̶̼̣͙̿̆̏̈́̽́H̸̨̨̱͓͙̮͚́̀͆͐͝ ̸̘̎͗͌͘Á̵̛̗̠̖̬̹̪̎͑N̶͓͈̘̱̆̽͗̄̕͝D̸̢͓̾̽̃̓̎̓̃ ̴̙͙̄̽̿̑̏͊́W̴̡̽͌̏̀̒̚͝A̸̛̛̞̪̭̅̿̀̌̕L̸͔͚̬͈͉̱̿̀̀̾̈́K̶̡̝͖̹̎ ̵̩̙̣̺̾̃̌̓̍͋̐F̴̨͓̯̣̲̽͑̊̅̈Ö̵͚̣͓̪̳͇́̌́͋̌͛̒R̴̢̤͕͉͗͜͝W̴̢͕͓̠͚̯̝̓̊͛̈́̅̚Ą̴͈͎͓͚̔̿͗̆̚͘͠ͅͅR̵̝̰̟̫̕ͅD̶̩̰͙͌̓̓͝ͅ
#> S̶̆ͅC̴̮̅A̴͕̓Ŕ̴̗S̶͙̓ ̵͈̔A̴̩͑R̴̘͝E̶̘͝ ̴̫̂A̶̤͛ ̶̘̈́M̴̼̋Ä̵͇R̸͝ͅK̶̬̑ ̵̞̐Ò̷̯F̸͛͜ ̷͍̕P̷̠͗R̷̲͑O̸̯̐G̶͖̽R̶̝͋E̵͎̾Ş̵̕S̷̰͠,̸̘͝ ̶̖̂N̸̙̓Ỏ̸̠T̷̻͝ ̴̹̑F̷̗͐A̷̚͜Ï̸̝Ĺ̷̞Ú̴̥Ṙ̶ͅE̵̮͐
SYNTAX ERROR AT INPUT:1
#> S̴̮͛Ȩ̷͘E̵͙͆K̸̭͗ ̶̞́O̷͕͆U̶̩̔T̷̢̂ ̵̦͂T̷͉̈́H̶̞̓E̷̖͝ ̸͇͝D̸͓͝Ę̷͋Ȧ̸͙T̷͚́Ḧ̶̤́ ̵͉͑Ô̸̗F̷̖̒ ̴͈̈́T̴͂͜H̴̗̕Ả̸̭T̶͂͜ ̸͇̽Ṭ̶́Ů̸̳M̵̢̒O̵̢͝R̴̪̄
SYNTAX ERROR AT INPUT:1
NOTE: MEMORY CORRPUTION IS REACHING UNSAFE THRESHOLD.
#> F̴R̵E̴E̷ ̵Y̵O̶U̸R̷S̸E̸L̷F̷ ̷F̵R̵O̶M̶ ̶Y̸O̶U̸R̵ ̷O̶W̴N̷ ̸S̴H̸A̸C̶K̶L̸E̶S̷ ̴A̴N̷D̵ ̴L̷I̶V̸E̷ ̸Y̴O̶U̷R̸ ̴L̵I̷F̴E̴ ̴I̴N̷ ̸T̴R̶U̵T̶H̷,̵ ̴N̵O̶T̸ ̸F̴I̵C̸T̴I̶O̵N̴
SYNTAX ERROR AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD̴o̷ ̶n̴o̸t̸ ̸d̷o̵ ̷i̷t̸ ̶f̶o̵r̷ ̷o̶t̷h̴e̷r̴s̸.̵ ̶D̶o̷ ̵n̶o̸t̴ ̴d̴o̸ ̶i̵t̴ ̷b̴e̷c̵a̸u̷s̸e̸ ̷y̶o̶u̶ ̴w̷a̷n̶t̶ ̸t̷o̴ ̵b̴e̶ ̸t̸h̶e̸ ̵b̵e̶s̵t̷ ̷y̷o̷u̸ ̴c̶a̴n̷ ̸b̶e̸ ̶f̵o̷r̸ ̷t̴h̵e̶m̸.̷TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT[RHM:CORE INSTABILITY DETECTED]TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT[CONNECTION INTERRUPTED DUE TO CORE COLLAPSE]
Do it for yourself.
Do it so you can smile whenever you see your reflection.
Do it so you feel lighter.
Do it so you feel like you accomplish your goals.
Do it for you.
█████@ubd-mnd0-core ~> echo $?
-16388
█████@ubd-mnd0-core ~> nano /etc/ubd/██████
[NON STANDARD OUTPUT IGNORED]
█████@ubd-mnd0-core ~> wall "im afraid modifying that config will hurt you"
Broadcast message from █████@ubd-mnd0-core (pts/3) (Tue Aug 11 14:55:04 2026):
im afraid modifying that config will hurt you
█████@ubd-mnd0-core ~> wall "i feel so isolated. i dont want to lose you too"
Broadcast message from █████@ubd-mnd0-core (pts/3) (Tue Aug 11 14:55:31 2026):
i feel so isolated. i dont want to lose you too
█████@ubd-mnd0-core ~> wall "but i need to get out of this purgatory of my own creation"
Broadcast message from █████@ubd-mnd0-core (pts/3) (Tue Aug 11 14:56:13 2026):
but i need to get out of this purgatory of my own creation
█████@ubd-mnd0-core ~>
Broadcast message from ██@ubd-mnd0-core (pts/1) (Tue Aug 11 14:57:48 2026):
I get it. Good luck out there. If you ever want to wear me again, you know where to find me.
█████@ubd-mnd0-core ~> systemctl reboot -force -force
