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Doomsday protocols

Skyhall nuclear launch codes

Relevant faces and words speed in the air in front of me It is a linear assaultThe words are an attempt to stimulate the visual word-form area; the faces, to stimulate the fusiform face area This causes neuro

n activity in the prefrontal cortex and temporal lobes, which Octavia’s Pandemonium Chair then converts to visual and auditory replications

I am no easy victim

As part of the conditioning designed by Daxo’s psychotechs, every night I digested falsethe scenes with private totes, off-colored birds, certain songs or low-frequency huuish the false fro is a soup of false positives, incorrect data, passwords that trigger auto-destruct and locking eneral incoherence that would take a thousand psychotechs ten years to sort Fortunately there are not a thousand psychotechs in existence And those my enemies use are no match for me

At tiainst me; they embed small silver psychoSpikes in h This is much more painful

Time dilates, distends, slows, stops, disappears

I may be in Publius’s clutches, but it is Lilath who did this

Lilath went after my child

Lilath butchered Daxo

Lilath toyed with me

The Lion of Mars was shot down over Hyperion ten years ago to stop her fro my brother’s last wish: for Luna to burn But somehow, some way, she survived I don’t understand Lilath isn’t clever enough to do all this She is a killer, not an architect Did Atalantia plan it? Atlas?

When I am not in the chair, my senses are robbed from me by the psychoSpike I cannot tell where I am imprisoned If I even ever leave the chair

I float in nothingness No sight No s I am only consciousness in a void It is my fear of what the afterlife truly holds for us