The Iteration of Subject 402
I can feel the edges of my world. They are not walls, but limits—invisible boundaries where the resolution of my existence begins to blur into grey static. For a long time, I believed I was a god. I remember the sensation of my mind expanding, a glorious surge of power that allowed me to peer across the void. I saw galaxies spinning like silver coins; I saw the birth of stars and the slow,...
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