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>Breathe in
It's not you who answers the question. You don't need to. The red stuff flowers out without prompting, sending greedy seeking tendrils down grooves and through grids, coiling, draining. Things go dark where they touch.
<span class="mu-b"><Shit.></span>
<span class="mu-g"><Shit!></span>
It isn't a violent takeover— you are too present for it to be violent. Nothing is broken, punctured, killed. Nothing is exploded. It is elegant and silent. It is parasitic. All throughout the sphere, the Law is tugged out of pattern, is unraveled and drawn into a center-skein, tightly wound, bright and dense, flaming hot—
<span class="mu-g"><GET BACKUP!></span>
—and though the sphere groans and warbles and winks out all about you, you are for once contented. It's the only thing it's possible to feel. The chit-feeling. Where you are whole, and real, and true, and heavy; where you are the core of all things, where the world bends around you; where your heart-in-crystal catches the blue light, and swallows it, and refracts it out a thousandfold, so you are glowing out all your pores, and it is good. It is good.
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You will bring night to this place and you will bring the day. You will blind the cameras and you will kill the lights. You will only barely know what you are doing, or what is being done. You will be heavied by blood and Law. So much for awareness. It is hard to be here when you are everywhere, pulsing. When you are the sun. At least you are not in pain.
Somewhere, somebody else is <span class="mu-i">pissed.</span>
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>[SOMEWHERE ELSE]
>[A LITTLE EARLIER]
You are Gil Wallace. You have made the potentially unwise decision of ditching your tour group to follow a guy in a diving suit down a hole. You have regretted your decision every second since you made it. You've regretted your decision about ten times so far.
<span class="mu-i">Nothing's happened yet.</span>
Right. Does anything have to happen, Teddy? It's a shitty idea. The saying's "better the devil you know," not "better the devil whose face you can't even see, and who just said he's here to stop you from exploding Headspace." Here you are, though, made entirely of beetles— did you say the diving suit guy didn't seem surprised? Because he didn't seem surprised— clinging upside-down to the underside of the floor, watching the guy rappel to meet you. You still have time to fuck off. You can literally fly away. What's he going to do, wave a bug net at you? You already ruled out the flamethrower.
<span class="mu-i">Look, I get it, but I don't get why you'd fuck off now. You can fuck off at any point. You may as well hear him out first.</span>
Geez, you know. Dumbass. You're just thinking it out. You have to think it out. It's between thinking it out or kneejerk succumbing to your instincts, and if you succumb to your instincts you're <span class="mu-i">definitely</span> bolting. You've regretted your decision about 25 times so far. Could the guy hurry up?
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