|How mortified the morphology, the remainders of the day. His computer image swirls into new topologies, enhanced patterns of psychometerological systems. Heidegger injects the syringe with a roaring cry, his head tilts upwards, eyes piercing through the cracked dome ceiling. His snorting breath inhales the melange of overhanging circuits and charge-coupled devices. There are no tears, no words of forgiveness.|
No god to save him.
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