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Written By: Nautillius
Non-Fiction
I write to you dear reader... to warn you about this station... about how everyone is dead inside... but alive as if they were machines... we have done this to ourselves... and as much as we want tosave ourselves from this cruel fate, there is nothing that we can do... but to remember... never forget about that clown that slipped on his own bananas, about the greytider not wanting to cause havoc, about the chaplain who only wanted to eat pie, never forget about your own humanity... i write this in hopes that where i failed... one of the readers of this book will succeed in.
fukkin aliums.
fukkin aliums.