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It looks like the indignant rage thing is pretty much covered on this one, so I'll spare you all of that.

I really just have one, big, and potentially day-ruining question.

I don't know about the rest of you, but I don't exactly keep a personal diary of harrowing mental experiences lying around. They have access to our memories. Good access. Access good enough that they could throw us into them without permission.

Naturally this is leading to a healthy suspicion aimed primarily towards all the new goodies we're getting from the supposed La Resistance.

They can get into our memories, I don't think it's that big of a leap to think everything else in our brains is at stake, do you?

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Who is to say that they haven't already played with our brains, mm?

No one. My brain's probably scrambled eggs at this point. My only fail safe is there's no way evil can replicate my cutting rhetoric, so at least something's still functioning.

[ definitely not unnerved by the possibility. Nope. ]

You may wish to ask their programmer how easy it is to stimulate the mind through electronic frequencies and the loop that it will cause.

I'm sure I'll definitely get a straight answer if I do that. They seem so forthcoming, these programmers.

Just bribe him with a good scotch. He seems to be the type to answer truthfully then.

I have a hard time believing that someone who can build a virtual realty can be undone by some scotch.

Plus I don't have a fake ID.

Why do you think that? He seems to love having a good drink.

So you are not yet eighteen? A pity.

Because things usually aren't what they seem.

Give me a year and a half. Or a fake ID. Actually, scratch that first part.

And things can usually be what they are.

They do not check ids.

I feel like you just parted some clouds on that one.

Now, now. I did no such thing, only pointed the way.

Guess I have no choice but to follow the light. Preferably to a bar and something called a whiskey sour.

Good luck with finding a whiskey sour.

I think I'll need better luck finding my wallet afterwards.

They will tip you over and shake gently until they do find it, never fear.

Glad to know there's a service for turning frowns upside down, I guess.

And one to make manly remarks about the color choice of underwear.

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