Conversation · Ancient Reptilian Brain

"No." Push it away.

"Suit yourself." He caps the canister, uninterested in your petulance. With his brow furrowed he asks:

There really is no use arguing with him. This is him exerting the reserves of authority he usually withholds. You can't even try to resist. All you can do is...

"You're back?"

"Mhmh. Now drink." He raises the canister.

Glowing lights on a dashboard emerge out of nothingness.

What is that? It's cold...

Yes, they're pouring something on you -- something in you. And it's...

Where is Voyager Road?

There is no Voyager Road. There are no roads. No houses. No lights in the windows. It's all on pause.

So my name appears to be... Harry?

Your name is fuck all.

It certainly ain't Harry.

Then what is it?

Your name is Passed Out on the Ground. Dragged around by one of the other evil apes. They're taking you somewhere...

There was something about a bow collector too...

Yeah, man, what was that about?

Was that the ex-something? The...

...bloated corpse of the past, resurfacing?

Yes, that.

Don't prod at it, it will start moving again.

No, it was beautiful!

Beeaautiful... Believe me, stupid ape, its lack of beauty was not the problem.

Smelled so nice...

It didn't smell nice. It smelled like BETRAYAL.

No, I was cool. I'm cool.

The cool when you're dead, brother.

Nice and quiet.

Is it? The world is gone, you're no longer reacting to outward stimuli. Yet still...

...a bitter, caustic sense of loss remains. Even in the darkness, great sorrows slip in the water -- slimy.