Yes, it is after me, the cover up that brought you here, that was social. In hindsight, everything is horror, mishaps, and the hive. This machine controls the clock, and things happen according to the decay, the clock causes. We are dying here, for someone else. Things won't always be the same, Every passing day, as people are coming here, taking us, consuming us, we are getting traumatized in some way of the other. You can call it father or criminal. All the same.
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