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Date: October 7th, 2025 9:41 PM Author: Thriller wrinkle
*sends a minute psychic package through the cerebral channel, flooding jafar’s brain*
Vignette: the proud image of his grandfather staring on in love as he mounts the stage at the Academy
Vignette: his first jack into the greatbort, a 14 hour grand poasting session with riffs on Ballard and Beckett and a three hour dichotomy on quantum gravity
Vignette: a warm autumn afternoon on a hillside overlooking New Berlin, his arm around Rebecca, her hair a special weave of wind wrapped beauty flecked with leaves, “I wish this would last forever”
Vignette: 10 powered legions surrounding the Allied Mastercomputer, battling back wave after wave, chaos all around them, enduring, “we must not let it fall!”
Vignette: Trafalgar Square, October, heavy clouds pouring out rain, two men in finely tailored Burberry trench coats, clenching one another’s arms, desperate care for not losing the golden thread of civilization, the visage of a small raccoon popping up from the one’s coat pocket
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