>>6097708<span class="mu-i">you find yourself floating above it all, smears of nerve fire and the paint of agony stretched out across an infinite sky. The world is breaking.
You are breaking.
The plurality that is you coming undone by phagic decay, cytokine storms, immuno-autophagic compromise, autoimmune cycle-recycling - and so many other horrid, interesting things.
The pathophysiology of decay.
And on its grand throne in its grand court, the thing that is breaking you to pieces to fuel itself looks up with a smile across too many teeth in a mouth too perfect and tips a small bronze'd cup full of all the rivers that make up your arteries and take a sip in a detonation of pain across your entire system.
You are going to die.
This is, in fact, inevitable. It is the final and resolute outcome of all things. To struggle - momentarily - against the infinite variety of assault conjured by the infinite variety of horror that is the infinite variety of disease itself.
You can study the etiology and mark the boundaries but the thing is, it's all symptom masking.
You've already caught the thing that kills you. Life itself.
>What do?>CLEARLY Subjects BOB and Autarch have already taken actions and so CANNOT ACT.</span> 