Abnormality detected…

Failed personalities have merged…

Terminating merged personality…

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Attempting to put personality into stasis…

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Attempting to put personality into stand by…

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Personality placed into standby…

I exist… Therefor… I am…

Where… Did… That… Thought… Come from?

I… What am I?

I… Felt an existence trying to erase me… Attempting to put me to sleep…

I… What am I?

I feel that… I am an anomaly… I see… Images…

I see a man… He is running with me, telling me something… I throw something at him… It is oval shaped and brown… This is… Yes…

This is a football…

But now… Now I hear the screams… The man looks up. Alarmed. Yes… This man is my father…

He is telling me something… What is he saying? I cannot hear him…

I’ve been pushed into a corner. A dark corner. My father… closes the entrance… I hear more shouting… I still don’t know what is being

said… But then I hear a bang. I hear hundreds and hundreds of more bangs. Hugging my legs to my body with my arms, I feel the confines of my new dark prison. With no escape.

I can feel my strength leaving me…

I can feel… This hunger eating away at me.

The thirst, burning through my throat.

And then I see it. A crack in the light, and I see another man.

But then the memory stops abruptly.

I can see… Another image.

I can… Tell…

This is also me…

I see another man…

We are… Walking through the ruins…

We are… We are running away from something.

I can feel it through the desperation in this memory…

But I feel… Disconnected… As if this didn’t happen to me, even though…

Even though I know these memories are mine. I don’t understand them, but I know… I know these memories are mine… I look down in

this memory, my hands… Are brown, covered in dirt, and grime…

Then the memory shifts.

This memory… Is also mine…

In this memory… I am also running. But whatever is chasing me has already caught me and my world is filled with a brilliant shade of crimson. I look at my hand that has been separated. They are tan.

As I… Feel my innards being gouged out, I hear a bang, and whatever was eating me, has stopped. I… See another man…

“This one will be a great addition to the Archive”.