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//GREY... IT HURTS...
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//WE ARE....BECOMING...WHOLE
His stomach churned, insides snaking around as they rearranged themselves within his stomach; intestines slipping over one another like worms intercepting within the dirt. They had been given new purpose, an order whispered upon Grey's flesh so that he may be made new in the vision beyond his own eyes. "NIC... what's... happening?" A sharp pain tore through his chest as blood oozed from his nose and eyes, his breathing becoming congested by bile and clots as his behemoth-like form twitched and convulsed. "Help....me....."
It was cold. That was all he could discern as reality, the one last persistence that reassured Grey that this was not a dream - nor a hallucination. This was transcendence, an utter absolution of everything that once was. Blessed be the one who receives the mark of divinity, a true vessel of the things to come. His thoughts were becoming undone, his memories fading away as his flesh further consumed the implanted cybernetics - NIC quite literally being fused within the brain stem and tissue itself. Both of them were slipping away and reuniting, becoming an amalgamation of humanoid and digital brilliance. There would be no regrets, no misunderstandings, only oneness.
Visions of the depths flashed before Grey's eyes with glimpses of groaning, wriggling flesh that spoke to him of a MISSION that must be completed. Its commands was like that of holy writ, and though the message it spoke was that of pure white noise, he understood its demand.
//FOR HE IS BLESSED WITH THE ARMOR TO PROCEED
//FOR HE IS WORTHY TO CARRY THE SWORD WITH PURPOSE
//COME 'O DARKENED SAINT
//COME FORWARD WITH SPITE AS YOUR WITNESS
//DRINK OF THEIR DREAMS
