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( The sound bursts from him, revulsion and terror, and he throws himself clear of the chair, sending his glass shattering to the floor. )

( Tracy stands quite still, letting the human world wash over him, a slick of fleurocarbons and poisoned air. He’s fairly used to it, and in a little while he’ll adjust, but the first minute is always unpleasant, a struggle to hang on to lunch. )

I was just like you, once.

Hard to believe, I know. I know what you're looking at. But stick with me- I mean, not that you have a choice. Given that you're a bit... tied up at the moment, ha ha.

Crazy? I don't think so. I don't feel crazy. Everything seems clearer than it has in years. All that wasted time, playing the part they gave me, being good, ( Read more... )