Speaker
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Dialogue
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The child had nothing left. There was too much she had lost.
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Her lost right eye, her lost colleagues, her lost workplace, her lost trust. Countless other lost things flashed together in her mind.
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The job’s done. I’ll be heading back.
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After that short report, the child shoved the transmitter into her pocket.
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The world within her single-lens view…
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A dead person, separated into two halves, succumbed on the cold floor of the Backstreets; illuminated by an ill-maintained blue, blinking and flickering.
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 Lobotomy Corp. Remnant Faust
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Do you know?
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The child asked a question to someone who couldn’t reply.
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The child, expecting nothing as an answer, goes on.
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 Lobotomy Corp. Remnant Faust
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When will Faust’s work be recognized?
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No one, not even a common insect, is there to lend an ear to her withered lament.
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When will I be free of the stigma that binds me to a fallen Wing?
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If there is one thing she hasn’t lost, it would be a fact, tying her to the old L Corp… Yes, the fact that she once worked for the company where my children resided.
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 Lobotomy Corp. Remnant Faust
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Is there a reason why I had to come out alive from that living hell?
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Is there any place that needs me?
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Did anybody else survive that sudden burial? What was the meaning of those shining nights and sunless days?
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The child let out a small sigh…
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 Lobotomy Corp. Remnant Faust
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There is nothing Faust can know.
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Her tiny breath scattered away before it could fill that small corner of the alley.
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