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Sylvia was on the ground, trembling, and I understood. She did too. I took her hand.

Guess that was my life, she said. It's not like that. I said back, creedling her head.

Oh, it is. And it wasn't too long of a laugh. But at least I get to live it forever now.

Her trembling increased. It wasn't like shivering or the spasm of muscles. It was like all of her

atoms were vibrating with more and more intensity. She became blurry. When a person believes in an idea,

or an ideal, or a few of the world, it can change them. It can shape them completely.

The blurriness subsided, and there was a person exactly Sylvia's size in a hoodie.

Looking in the hood, I could still see Sylvia's space looking back.

I want you to know that I chose this. She said, I could have gone another way, but I wanted this.

Then her face was gone. And there was only the empty black of the Oracle.

It was always people. This over people and the Oracle's were people. And we were all just people

struggling for an idea of what being a person should be like. If people could do all this,

then we could undo it. It was time.

Alice isn't dead by Joseph Fink, performed by Jessica Nicole and Erica Livingston, produced by

desperation. Part 3, Chapter 9, Praxis. This field was supposed to be a housing tract.

Backed when houses went up faster than bad loans could be issued for them. Then it all collapsed

and so did the company building the houses and the company that owned the land. And it all got

tied up in so much legal and financial wrangling that this stretch of dirt and concrete with a fallen

down chain link fence around it will stand vacant for another hundred years. It was miles from

the nearest town, but the contractor had started by building a road to it, so it wasn't any problem for

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