When I die, I will not truly "die". My body will dissolve into thousands of sandtrout that will spread into the desert. My consciousness will be linked to them.
I will be there, but I will never truly be there. I will think, but I will not move, not speak, not dream. I will be a species, not a person. I will never exist as a human ever again.
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Since I can't lie to you anyways, I'll tell you something that counts as a "sufferance." I'm fatally ill for all eternity.
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Let me tell you about my death.
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I will be there, but I will never truly be there. I will think, but I will not move, not speak, not dream. I will be a species, not a person. I will never exist as a human ever again.
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