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The 12 loops of Goodbye

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  The Twelve Loops of Goodbye The fluid rises. The cryo-hiss is deafening. And then... the program starts. Twelve times. The system cycles, and twelve times I see you. It starts the same. The image freezes in the dark. It’s you, BK. Or... It’s your idea. You’re wearing the rig. The goggles are locked on me. I try to say your name, but my mouth is filled with ice. I love you. God, I love you. But you don’t blink. The Neural Glitch. Something is wrong. The memory corrupts. I see "corrupted code" trying to stabilise across your face. Your eyes... behind the lenses... they twitch. Microscopically. Are you hurting? Or is that my pain rippling through the connection? A low-frequency pulse warps your skin. You look like a stranger. You look like the machine. The Shuddering Breath. This is the one that breaks me. Total stillness. Then... a faint mist forms at your mouth. Condensation beads on the goggles. I scream at you to breathe! Just breathe! But it’s slow. Irregular. It’s a ...

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I want the direct experience
And devour it in full
And in the presence of my time

I do not want incomprehensible transcendence
Nor do I want the just of divine intervention

I want to profit whilst bathing in enlightenment
Make profit whilst demanding entitlement
Bask in my overwhelming brilliance
And wanting to hammer the life out of itself

Questioning the thing in itself
To employ the utensils of power
To challenge our spectrum
To become limitless








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