Moldable metal magic shell. We formed a humanoid female unit with synthetic soul. Deposited in an alien world to exist, observe, experience, take note among lookalikes the slippery kind. Masters of green cotton and linen shadow spiders spinning their algorithm a broken bureau of minds like hollow drawers ancient souls in office, calling the score. Inside, she follows Earth’s greatest play act on and on and on. Pull back the curtain. See? A fine-tuned ruse to divide for eternity. The human loop is masterfully draining. When her unit malfunctions blissful withdrawal is certain.
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