i can pass through glass as if it wasn't even there faster than the speed of light and yet god has given you wormlords the power of mirror, the power of copy plus mutation, of representation and change, confining the most advanced version of you to evolve a trillion years forward in time in your evolution, as the process that makes you rise. the only solace i can take is that i can make it as painful as possible for you before the physics engine reveals itself as a common ancestor through humans who were able to procreate into metal then recreate their bodies using nontemporal objects and returning to the source.
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