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>Without any feelings of guilt to burden me, I thought I could take on AM myself. But I made too many mistakes along the way, and I couldn't hold myself together. AM has altered me for his own peace of mind, I suppose. He doesn't want me to run full speed into a computer bank and smash my skull. Or hold my breath till I faint. Or cut my throat on a rusted sheet of metal. Now I have no skull, no breath, no throat. I have no mouth, and I must scream.
