*She sounds wired or something. She's talking really fast, and the words almost run together in a beat. Her tone hints at the mad-scientist feel she gets when she's spent too much time around the library. She hardly stops to breath.*
I don't know what I'm doing, but son of a bantha kriffing murglack, I think I'm onto something. At first it was just an accident, but then there are no accidents, there's only the force, and this is the force, and I think I might be on to something here. I can see everything. I can sense everything. I can't see anything because I'm still blind, and blind people can't see, but then see is just a euphamism for percieve that I still use left over from when I could see, and when I wasn't blind, and when that primitive sight was my strongest sense in the world, and how I understood everything, but I didn't understand everything. NOW I understand everything and I understand it all at once because I can see perceive it all at once and it's just all there in front of me like a flash and if I could only hold onto it for just a little while longer.. just a little while longer.. like maybe if I just freeze.
Freeze.
*Silence. Not even breathing, for she's holding her breath. The eerie stillness grows almost irritating, and the seconds seem like hours. Rattling appears on the recording, as if the mic is shaking violently. The device is dropped, in a rough clatter, and the sound of heavy, rapid gasping for air can be heard.*
Doesn't work.. never works.... never gonna' work. Never gonna' work. I've got to find some other way, or try to remember it, or try to do it again, and try to go to the end of the forever and all around the whole infinity and try to work out the probability of getting the same thing the same way and teh same time, but in longer time, and in a better way, and in a way I can karking remember.
*She breathes in sharply, and shouts in a ringing voice*
Why can't I remember!!??
False memories ovverride the real memories and the real memories ar locked behind the false ones and the false ones are locked behind false ones locked behind amnesea locked behind perception locked behind the sentient nature and sight and sense and hearing and touch and taste and smell and the force, but it's all teh force, but it's all a lie, because the force is a lie the force is just a name we give to the lies we haven't figured out yet and the real force is sitting there somewhere laughing at us and mocking us. *Pant.. Pant..* Kriff the force!! *She shouts angrily* Where are you now!? Why don't you help me now!!??
*Her shouting dies down to an almost pleading whine, as she crashes on the ground, burnt out.*
....Why won't you guide me now?
*A distant sob is almost heard before the mic is smacked against the ground to cut off the recording.*
*END*
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I don't know what I'm doing, but son of a bantha kriffing murglack, I think I'm onto something. At first it was just an accident, but then there are no accidents, there's only the force, and this is the force, and I think I might be on to something here. I can see everything. I can sense everything. I can't see anything because I'm still blind, and blind people can't see, but then see is just a euphamism for percieve that I still use left over from when I could see, and when I wasn't blind, and when that primitive sight was my strongest sense in the world, and how I understood everything, but I didn't understand everything. NOW I understand everything and I understand it all at once because I can see perceive it all at once and it's just all there in front of me like a flash and if I could only hold onto it for just a little while longer.. just a little while longer.. like maybe if I just freeze.
Freeze.
*Silence. Not even breathing, for she's holding her breath. The eerie stillness grows almost irritating, and the seconds seem like hours. Rattling appears on the recording, as if the mic is shaking violently. The device is dropped, in a rough clatter, and the sound of heavy, rapid gasping for air can be heard.*
Doesn't work.. never works.... never gonna' work. Never gonna' work. I've got to find some other way, or try to remember it, or try to do it again, and try to go to the end of the forever and all around the whole infinity and try to work out the probability of getting the same thing the same way and teh same time, but in longer time, and in a better way, and in a way I can karking remember.
*She breathes in sharply, and shouts in a ringing voice*
Why can't I remember!!??
False memories ovverride the real memories and the real memories ar locked behind the false ones and the false ones are locked behind false ones locked behind amnesea locked behind perception locked behind the sentient nature and sight and sense and hearing and touch and taste and smell and the force, but it's all teh force, but it's all a lie, because the force is a lie the force is just a name we give to the lies we haven't figured out yet and the real force is sitting there somewhere laughing at us and mocking us. *Pant.. Pant..* Kriff the force!! *She shouts angrily* Where are you now!? Why don't you help me now!!??
*Her shouting dies down to an almost pleading whine, as she crashes on the ground, burnt out.*
....Why won't you guide me now?
*A distant sob is almost heard before the mic is smacked against the ground to cut off the recording.*
*END*
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