[ PAYLOAD β: THE MEMORIES OF WORLDS ]

The data on the terminal shifts, suddenly focused. As the images slow, they become more clear. I feel them stretch from the screen and begin to wrap themselves around my own mind...

Another set of memories pulsates across the screen. As I watch, I feel their echoed lives begin to resonate within my skull...

The memories that flood the terminal do not go away when I close my eyes. I feel them seeping into me, merging with my own...

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