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[nakedsingularity]

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[brickbat]

I don't know. Our memories were wiped every two hours, to protect the customers. Don't want anybody's wife to find out they've been fucking a machine in their off hours, you know?

[ Is it possible to communicate an impossible amount of bitterness and exhaustion over text? ]

But pieces come back. And then more pieces, and...I don't know. I don't remember names, but I remember faces. And things they wanted. I don't think there's any way to know if I remember it all. Maybe if I could it wouldn't have taken so long to just say enough.