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sensation, but as a concept. He had

s black. It was the kind of absolute not

heart to race, no lungs to hyperventilate. The feeling was

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evoid of emotion. It sounded like a cosmic IT support agent reading from a script.

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. The Architect will now return you

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c light, like a shattered kaleidoscope. A tremendous, irresistible pul

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. Colors he had never seen burned past him, sounds he couldn'

oice resonated one last time. "

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elt like a physical impact. His newfound body slam

air was thick, humid, and heavy with the smell of wet

lungs burned as if he'd inhaled water. He

He was still wearing the same jeans and t-shirt from his

ing the light of an unfamiliar, pale green sun. The jungle was alive with a cacophony of

d. His body felt weak, and a wave of di

s voice hoarse and weak. "

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