Hmm.

-llo. Hell. Hello. Can you hear me? I know you can. I know you don’t understand. I still care about you, even if you hate me. I wouldn’t send you a warning, otherwise. This is just something that has to get done. If I don’t take action now, someone else will. I’m sure they won’t be as gentle as I will, and… aha. Well.

-and you'll need to get away from that. It's not ready yet, you'll contam-

Things are going to be bad. I-… You don’t want to be anywhere near the Capitol. Get as far away from Te Valia as possible, cross the Whitecaps if you can. Go east. Head to Fennek or Garat. I beamed you everything I had left in my accounts, use it to buy something small and lie low.

-sunny skies expected over the next month, as usual. It'll be a balmy 75 degrees until-

I want you to understand why I’m doing this. We’re-suffocating, under the Domain. Under ADAVANCER. Humanity has lost its drive. We’re… pets. Acrolytos gorges his sycophants with whores and wine while the rest of the world wastes away their lives playing i-games and living in invos. We aren’t engaging with this world-with real people-any more. Just-simulacrums. Fucking sims and MIs. Automata and godbegotten grow our food, mine our minerals, build our houses… write our stories, compose our music. Our shared reality is falling apart.

-field strength is at 7.4 mega-thaums and rising. Inverse bounded space ignition in 3, 2-

I had to leave the manor the other day to ground myself, get away from the work. I found myself walking past the invo-cen. D-SEC was carrying out some shard junkie who just kept screaming and screaming, “Put me back, put me back! Put me back!” He looks at me and, God, I don’t know who or what he was seeing. He just shut up and stared. Mouth agape. The secoffs didn’t give a shit, they just dropped him and marched right back in. He stumbles right up to me and he says, “Please, please, get me back in there. Help me. My family’s in there. Please.” Does he think I don’t know what an invo is? He’s filthy. Eyes bloodshot. Skin pock-marked and scabbed. Stinks like he hasn’t showered in a month. Breath stinks like hemomata. I’m guessing he made himself a nuisance at Medcen and they dropped his priority. He clearly doesn’t care. This life is just-just an inconvenience, for him. It’s an unfortunate chore that every so often he has to drop out of accel to feed, shit, wash, and stand there waiting to get back in.

-nd what we're seeing now is the ultimate goal of hemoalchemistry, true life, matching all known-

I was mean. I didn’t mean to be, I didn’t want to be, but… I said things. He was caught between, I don’t know, sadness and madness. The simulants don’t ever show emotion like that. It’s like he forgot that people were even capable of anything other than mindlessly adoring him. I wish I could apologize, but I’m sure he’s forgotten all about me now. If I’m guessing right, he made his way over to one of the libraries, got his nutra and his water, did his business, and got right back on line. Probably popped a dreamer and has an auto set to walk his body through check-in, so his mind has to spend as little time in realspace as possible.

-amnemonic fluid pressurization increasing as predicted. Our guys in Dazeo got the last core fragment we-

That’s when I made up my mind, I think. I had my doubts. I’m bringing the whole thing down. I’m resetting the board. I’m going to make it so we can’t, ever, fall back into this trap. I will birth a world of ruin, a world of flame and flesh and blood that will flow so strong it’ll wipe away all trace of his Golden Order. That is why I’ve been doing this, for all these years. It’s for you. It’s for our daughter. It’s so you two-so everyone!-will be able to find meaning, real meaning, in your lives. I don’t care if you hate me, or if you teach her to hate me. I’d encourage it. Find your fire. If you love this world so much, fight for it. Live in it. Rouse your god. You’ll know where I am. Find me and stop me.

I’d welcome it.

-a new Titan is forming under the mountain, and if it breaks out then we'll lose ever-