Ghostwriter

...Back again.

What's the point of any of this if it's not a dream?! It has to be. It has to be. No other explanation makes sense, it isn't-- people can't just make people out of nothing and put them in real life. I'm getting out of here. Maniac's awake, I can't go back to his office-- but I'm gonna do one better, I'm gonna get to the roof. Either there's something to get off this fucking space platform or there's nothing and I jump off, see what happens when I land. Hopefully wake up.

I can't breathe...

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Something up here.

Looks... sort of like the ships we have back home. Big window on the front. I think I can fly this out of here if I just figure it out.

I don't care what sort of bullshit you two are trying to pull on me, "I/O", but I'm getting out. I'm getting up and out or dying trying. That's how these dreams usually go, right? Has to be. Has to be. Has to be.

I'm getting in.

Cockpit's... uh. Nnnh. Okay. Please help me fly. Can you see any of this? No, no, you're a fucking flashing shell-shaped box, obviously you can't see. I saw Yaffenhash control the big ship to make sure we were headed to the moon... where's the throttle?

I need help. I need help.

I just want to go home.

And if that doesn't work, yeah, I agree. You bet your text-based ass I'm going to break anything and everything in the world until I'm on the better side of reality. And I'm not calming down until it's all, all, all over.

That's... my trait. Th...

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...that's who...

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that's who I am. He didn't design jack about me. I am my own person. I am independent. I'm real. I'm not a character in a story. I am a fully-functioning and fully-employed living being who does not require inputs in order to function.

I'm-- it-- hurts. It hurts.

Pl-please, help me g-get this running before I drown.