Identity Story |
| Speaker | Dialogue | |
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| The child had remained seated in the same spot for three days now. | ||
| It is as if the screen has absorbed her attention completely, burying even the desire to eat or sleep beneath sensory stimulation. | ||
| The child seems as if she can’t feel a thing. | ||
 The One Who Grips Faust |
Yes… This is it… It keeps going… | |
| The room’s air is still, only stirred on occasion by creepy cackles, murmured monologues, and the clicks and taps of the keyboard and mouse. | ||
The One Who Grips Faust |
Mmmh! Just look at how many infidels are printing out prosthetics… How appalling! How disgusting! | |
| A storage device was plugged into the child’s computer. | ||
| Its tiny, glowing letters read “Emil”. Following the name, that must be the “key” she got from Sinclair. | ||
The One Who Grips Faust |
Sinclair… Oh, Sinclair…! My, how grateful I am for you… Truly! | |
The One Who Grips Faust |
Kehe, the whole village is a den of heresy…! It must have been quite unpleasant to live in such a place, Sinclair! | |
| The child’s mind is busied with thoughts. | ||
The One Who Grips Faust |
Now how will I purify those impure things? | |
The One Who Grips Faust |
No, let’s think for a second. | |
The One Who Grips Faust |
Those heretics still keep the purest piece in their bodies, don’t they? | |
The One Who Grips Faust |
The brain. | |
The One Who Grips Faust |
Even those who have replaced their entire bodies with prosthetics still have a brain. | |
The One Who Grips Faust |
The likes of the heart and lungs can all be augmented and swapped out, but the brain is the one pure irreplaceable thing in the City. | |
The One Who Grips Faust |
Ha! | |
The One Who Grips Faust |
That won’t do. Think of the poor thing, all surrounded by impurity. The irony churns my guts just thinking about it! | |
The One Who Grips Faust |
I’ll have to rip their heads apart—that way, the impure will stay impure. | |
The One Who Grips Faust |
Yes… Yes! | |
| With her mind finally made up, the child rose from her seat and gripped a huge nail. | ||
The One Who Grips Faust |
Huhu… You are my hero, Sinclair. | |
| With her other hand, she unfolded a map stained with blood and grease. | ||
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The One Who Grips Faust |
It’s exactly as I saw through the glass window in that company’s lab! | |
The One Who Grips Faust |
That glimpse of the righteous fury you showed for such filth… A little prod got you to hand this treasure over to me. | |
| She appeared as though she were possessed by something as she bit off the lid of a red pen. | ||
The One Who Grips Faust |
I shall purge the heresy encircling you… I shall wipe clean the disgust. | |
The One Who Grips Faust |
You will see it in no time! The future where we judge heretics together… has been set in stone! | |
The One Who Grips Faust |
We will meet soon, Sinclair. | |
| There was a burst of frivolous laughter and compulsive gestures. | ||
| The child cackled like a maniac… | ||
| All as she kept on drawing circles over where the ‘Town of Calw’ was indicated on the map. | ||
The One Who Grips Faust |
We will purify the filth together, shoulder to shoulder… | |
| The town on the map was now covered in red. | ||
| As if she hinted at what would become of the town. | ||
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