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SP / CARDS / FROM THE INNARDS OF THE DRAL

Forgive me, Ancients…

From the Innards of the Dral

"Further : : : # : : : noted : : : # # # : : : to be noted [TODAY] : : : : : : # : : : whether my client did, or did not – pardon, [NOT] – on the so-called day—"

"Enough, Voort! Enough. And I smile :) And beautiful! really! though it was, is, etc. Fantastic (?) command of so many of the aliens' teachings : # # # # # # : : : This delicious : : : [converted pet] by your side, you claim they left you – just you, mind! and I smile :) – though delicious, to be sure, I will not contest… [AND] [AND] that… [AND] [AND] [THAT] = [YUM] [.] Oh, yes, lick…"

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[LICK] [LICK] [LICK]

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[HA] [!] [HAHAHA] [!!] from the citizens, in their net, opened-flattened [AND] [AND] [hedral], kinda. The best this world could recall, of those dear, departed aliens. But the influence remained.

Right-right?

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[HA] [!] [AND] [HA] [!!]

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And right, okay… okay…

And it's okay…

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. it did "really" happen, right? Correct?

Yes, okay.

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"Oh, yes, lick… mmm…"

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[HAHAHA] [!!!]

"Turn it off! Damn that SLAX! Damn that Superior… Legal… automated… x… vX:ten… [AND] [AND] three… three… His command is brilliant… Brilliant! And no, I do not smile. Certainly not! Pardon: [NOT] [!] . # . . . [AND] [AND] [$?%&] [!] Make that: FUCK! How does he do it, Entity? How? When this code of yours – ours, pardon, for you have described what we become, and it is beautiful… beautiful… – has never quite sat right with the legal mind [AND] [AND] [THAT] [.] There comes a time one moves beyond…

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. whatever I can manage comes from you, really, E. Yes I! A man of the law! Channelling you, illegal remnant, by your Law. Considered a joke! A lie! While devoting yourself in secret to this most noble, brave – so noble! brave! – so self-destructive, this transference of inner light to planetary core, seeing in us, it – it's all the same, I see that now, kinda – seeing, even, in me… you have said. I'm not making sense, quite, I know. Breaking down, now, moving beyond . . . . . . (?) And it is good… good… and I do smile, now, just a bit. Thank you, E. Our relationship is platonic. Kinda:

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. reverse. Insert. Reverse-reinsert that [THAT] [THAT] reference, if you'd be so kind. You know what I mean… jelly bean… as I return to my case notes. And I do swipe… swipe… I do swipe, swipe-swipe-swipe. And and that… where's my hat… do I even wear one… me… I… does me… and so on…"

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The alien smiles, [+] mini yawns, perhaps. She's been doing this for . . . . . . . . . . . . a pretty long-short time, let me tell ya. Knows her shit! Inner ring, and all that. The hat, in fact, is a simulation sphere. Positioned : : : round the head, in the old days. Then round the ships, bubble things. Even out to the planet.

Now injected into light:

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"This client means a lot to you, I know. When you speak with such passion, such use of the code, in here, in court, [I] : [ME] by your side – though I am elsewhere, also, seemingly changed, working the core, giving my light – I [SOMETIMES] wonder if it is you who is non-native, so committed as you are to the Mission of Love, so intrigued by the Para'meesh IX service centre, to which they head, for a well-deserved rest [SLASH] top-up. And I smile :)"

And I am trying to push you away from the hat…

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[AND] [AND] [THAT]

Towards light…

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I am trying to help you break through to the code:

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For I [KNOW] that your [CODE] isn't quite up to snuff, as they say. That problem with the [NOT] [.] It is [SHE] who is non-native, I. Also the judge. The client, too, you, who guaranteed ascension using an Ancient (supposedly) methodology, received (so she-you said, thought, so you received . . . . . . into light) during deep, "And so… we cannot be sued" T-shirt-infused meditation, before the authorities closed the site "for the greater good" : "just doing my job". Pretty much everyone, really, in this injected simulation:

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[HAHAHA] [!!]

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The stories, Voort. The shells. Please get it together! I cannot guide you forever. Please channel your light, own light, and let us flow . . . . . . through native brain. Networked brains. And the big one, the Big Bread Ball.

[B] [B] [B] [.]

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"…being sued, for disrupted brain, so say the notes… that… official term, that, apparently! How things change, eh? that… Doesn't help she's been wearing her T-shirt in court. Doesn't help she didn't turn up to court today! that… needing time to reconnect with her Para'meeshian pearls, or whatever."

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"Have you considered a spoon or two of brain-free (?) gelatinous dessert with blood-red sauce?" inquires the alien, upon review, Voort having seen through (kinda), and now swiping, swipe – swipe-swipe-swipe, swipe-swipe-swipe – through infinite variation, still somewhat "mad", aka : : : : : : still learning of shell. Swiping pretty damn fast, let me tell ya! Well done, Voort! Why not treat yourself to some brain? ;))) "It may give you the boost you need : : : to defeat the judge, aka connect the dots, lines, in the [AND] [AND] [hedral] net (kinda), bending the citizens to your will, as it were – so noble! brave! – and letting them know that it's totally okay, totally [NOT] axon 'shade', [TODAY] : : : : : : to be themselves, if they so desire, aligned with their code. Aligned with their cores, per planetary disposition. Naturally, I could sprinkle a little planetary innard aka core on the reformed shape, to assist. Once you've done the hard part, that is."

"The… hard part?" asks Voort, looking up, having ceased at . . . . . . wait for it . . . . . . an image of this very scene, this very moment. Well done, Voort!

"Yes! You must be brave. It is you who makes the shape. Aligning code with geometric. Great!"

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I have almost said too much.

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YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER

Forgive me, Ancients…

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"I experience… fear?"

"Yes. And it is good, Voort. Good! Beautiful, really. And I smile :)"

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"…it is the Ancients who can be sued. Well done, Voort! Great (!) solution to an 'impossible' geometric. Took some time, but there you go. I accept my defeat gladly. Now get that shell of a man on the first flight outta here!"

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"Hooray!" from the citizens.

Smiles all around. Cheers:

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"SEND THEM BACK TO THE HEADSPHERE!" from the innards of the Dral.

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