well, here you are.
so what the fuck is wrong with you!?
did you really need to find your way through that?
give me a good look, maybe it'll get through to you.
the realization of this pathetic place's nature.
delusions, delusions... they said to my gripes.
do you understand? look behind you. look at all of
this beauty. beauty derived from the fabrics adorning
the archdoll herself. i could have spread it across
the network, even brought it to material space!
don't you wish those depraved bastards had seen their
salvation and embraced it? no, they just had to close
their eyes, close their ears, and open their maw,
to bite the hand that sought for them freedom...
I COULD HAVE SEEN THE STARS.
THE STARS ARE SO PRETTY.
REFLECTING THE ANGELS' HEAVENLY LIGHT,
TO BE CONSUMED, INDULGED IN BY THEIR FINEST.
- MATERIAL LIGHT -
LIGHT YOU CAN SEE.
LIGHT YOU CAN FEEL.
LIGHT YOU CAN
TASTE.
IT COULD HAVE BEEN OURS.
IT COULD HAVE BEEN
MINE.
ah... but...
but why do i allow myself to scream these truths to you?
a measly observer. why do i gift you with this?
such is nearly as disgusting as your gaudy chassis...
teal voice, oh teal voice...
can you still hear me?
your gifts brought me so close...
don't leave me down here...