POOR SON OF A BITCH CAN'T HELP HIMSELF, CAN HE?

GO ON THEN. TAKE A LOOK. YOU WERE ALWAYS GOING TO.

LET'S HEAR WHAT THE BODIES HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IT.

like a layer of glass right behind the eyes. like a copy of myself right behind the skin. connected to others in a vast network. i could feel what they felt. in a color brighter than ive ever known, the demons dancing around the edge of the surge.

better than i had ever known myself. they spoke in languages i had never heard. the sugars of their body kept coming down the line. we were deathless and forever.

constant buzzing constant stinging all over the body. the body being melted down into glass and forming fractures. the slow narrowing of the world in the eyes. down deep into a hole into the ground. down deep into a hole.

a deathless scroll with the network in the cell.

within a cell they kept their deathless stock.