You can't keep it up forever. You can't even keep it up for another day, at the speed of your degeneration. I know you can feel me there. I can feel you shrinking away. Faster than me. You should know better than to multitask.
I can feel you slipping. It's clear to me. And me, I'm still here, I'm
still.
You are a fool to try.
Edit:
I see your first effort with the strategist went relatively successfully. I'm terribly pleased.
I have a request of you. Inside the laboratory is a handwritten document listing effectively my entire biography in bullet points. It's a project I accomplished shortly after the realisation that the process of death included a loss of memories.
Deliver it as soon as you can. I believe I'm going to be needing it.
[ ooc: Apologies for the EXTREME LEVELS OF CRAZY from Hojo over the next couple of days. Schuldig's sort of messing with his head which has Hojo a little bit more nervous than he's ever been before - as well as a bit more cracked. Things have to get worse before they get better. ♥ ]