Chapter Text
Nori’s perspective
“Gagh! Bite me!” Cursing as she clutched at the now fresh bullet wound, Nori was quick to use her access to the Solver to grab a large stone debris within the building she was in and tossed it at the Sky Demon that was attacking her, the piece of debris hitting the twin-pigtailed bitch head on and pinning her under its weight for a short time.
Seeing that this was somehow buying her a little bit of time, Nori ran further into the building until she entered a hallway that had a discarded and conveniently dark looking metal platform. Taking a moment to realise this, Nori was quick to stand on top of said platform and with the use of her Solver, used the platform to hold herself up in the air, just in time for the Sky Demon to run into the hallway and look around with an animalistic growl.
After a tense moment just watching this monster looking like it may actually explode with something comparable to what the Solver did earlier on this planet through sheer rage alone from Nori avoiding it, the Sky Demon continued on further into the building to likely find Nori, and once the thing was out of sight, the married as of 1 month ago Drone lowered herself back down to the ground and quickly left the building, making sure to keep an eye out for any more of these monsters around practically every corner or from the sky.
Now, one might wonder how she, Nori Doorman, the coolest and most angsty of all Worker Drones could have possibly got herself in this situation. Especially since, despite the Absolute Solver and its favourite host both being utter nightmares that she wish never existed, her own access to the Absolute Solver should have made dealing with a few flying Drones a breeze, right?
Nope. For whatever robot ungodly reason, her Solver powers couldn’t directly interact with these things. Thankfully, she could still mess around with basically everything else on Copper 9 to fight back, but she has been forced into using the Solver much more creatively than she ever had, which is saying something given she had to deal with humans testing her patience about the damned thing only so long ago.
Luckily, her situation wasn’t completely fruitless! After all, the eldritch demon powers that was her Solver basically warned her about the Sky Demons’ arrival many, many times and the Solver’s current host as well. Enough so that she even made some pretty sick drawings of the ugly things, even when she didn’t have drawing skills. And anyone that says they weren’t sick could bite her!
Ahem, back on topic though. Despite the fact that the Sky Demons were immune to direct interaction with her Solver powers, the visions it did give her was able to let her warn everyone. Now sure, everyone thought she literally had some screws loose in her head and that she potentially had a virus, which they technically weren’t wrong considering that’s what her and Yeva considered their respective Solvers to be, but Khan was a bit smarter than the rest of the idiots that were the rest of their friends and the other Worker Drones so if only to calm him down, built up the impenetrable doors to the bunker that was being used to keep their colony safe by the time the Sky Demons arrived.
Which, well…
“Hahahahahahahahaha!!” Laughing with the utmost pride and smugness that could come out of a drone, which was to a point where a few of her fellow Workers may or may not have an existential crisis as they witnessed what may or may not have been the saddest attempt at a bragging victory dance in all of Copper 9’s history. “See that losers! I was right about the Sky Demons! And had it not been for my warning and Khan being a bit smarter than all of you put together, you’d be dead! Hahaha!!”
“...Нори не собирается оставлять это так в ближайшее время. (...Nori isn't going to be letting this go anytime soon.)” Yeva commented with a dull tone of voice, causing her friend’s husband to laugh a bit nervously.
“Probably not. Though in this case, I think we can let her get away with it considering how many lives the doors have saved.” Khan said to the Russian speak Drone, who shifted her gaze towards him.
“Убедитесь, что она не слышит, как вы это говорите. Иначе эго будет расти еще год. (Make sure she doesn't hear you say that. The ego boost will last for another year otherwise.)” Yeva warned him, only for a loud gremlin like cackle to be heard.
“Too late Yeva! HAHAHAHAHA!!” Nori told her friend, with Khan’s words having emboldened her sad, sad victory dance and give mental scaring to the Drones of the colony that would last for decades, and would be passed onto the children that they program in the future.
…Yeah, she would say that she was fairly humble and reasonable about things that day, and if you said otherwise, then bite her!
Sadly though, no matter how much Nori was being her badass self and preparing everyone for the arrival of Sky Demons and the Solver’s Host, there was simply things that forced them to leave the bunker quite often. There was obviously the idiots who went out to find randomly lost items like they were the fodder that died for a scene in an anime that involves a big bad villain making an unexpected arrival to build up tension for the next episode, but then there was also those that needed actually important things, such as gathering the materials for building the body required when a couple was attempting to have a child by making a newly born Untrained Neural Network (or U.N.N. for short), or finding and operating some abandoned Oil factories to make more oil for them all.
Which, happened to be why Nori was out and about while risking an encounter with a Sky Demon and actually running into the twin-tailed one. Because not only did her and Khan want to have a kid but ran into the problem of the Colony lacking the available materials so one of them had to go out looking, but they were running low on oil for Nori and Yeva to consume to keep themselves from overheating because of their Solvers. And that was just the personal reasons for Nori being out here right now, because there were many more reasons for her doing so on the practical and emotional level.
But thankfully, all of the material needed for her and Khan’s soon to be child were stored in the backpack and she was able to set one of the oil factories back up and running, so everyone could head out and grab some oil for tomorrow morning. No one knows why yet, but Workers seem to have a far less likely rate of encountering a Sky Demon when the sun was out and while no one was exactly sure, there was some suspicions that something about the day messed with the monsters, mainly from herself and Yeva.
Though, how true this is and how badly the day may mess with them is another topic entirely that she’d think about later on, especially since day wasn’t entirely safe either. For now, after encountering one of the Sky Demons tonight, Nori was fully intent on getting back to the colony and collapsing onto her bed and not leave it for the next few days while luck was still on he-.
Nori wasn’t even able to finish that thought when something fast crashed into the ground in front of her, hard, enough so to not only create an explosion of snow that obscured its full physique with the exception of the horrifying glowing yellow ‘X’ on the visor of all Sky Demons, but it also cracked and upheaved the ground itself, causing Nori to be sent flying up into the air and collapse onto the ground.
“Bite me Jinxes!!” Nori yelled out the moment she was on the ground, and she barely had the time afterwards to see a set of sharp metallic claws swipe down to bisect her in half and roll out of the way, though even then, the claws caught the bag holding the materials for her and Khan’s so to be made U.N.N. child and tore it off, making Nori’s holographic eyes show anger.
“Alright pal, give me back the bag before I turn you into scrap!” The Worker Drone said as she activated her Solver and held it up, ready to grab anything she could to slam the Sky Demon into pieces or at least buy herself some time by burying this thing under a bunch of the surrounding destroyed vehicle so she can get that bag and make a run for it.
But the Sky Demon, who Nori only just realised was actually a male unlike the twin tailed one from before, stared at her Solver… and began to scream, dropping to its knees and begin clawing at its own head to the point where it was not only drawing oil and exposing some of the inner circuitry on the inside, but the glowing ‘X’ was being replaced by numerous messages flying by way too fast for Nori to ever hope to read even a single letter.
“…The fuck?”
Serial Designation N’s perspective
F̵͚͈͔͗̉͒͐̏͜͝͝o̴̡̜͌̀̽̎̔͠͝͝͠ŗ̶̨͈̘̱͓̝͓̲̪͆͊̆̍̿̊͗͗̂̅͐͒̋͌͆é̶̡̛̱̖̱̤̼̙̟̝̇͋̀̆̓̉͂̅̀͘ḯ̷̡͖̺͉̤͎̼̰͉̃̇̄̏̈́͑̐́̓̍̑̕g̶̛͉̪̹̗͎̽̀̊̉̏̃̔̈́̅͑͊̕͜͜ṇ̶͚͖̭̗̻̬̺͓̅ ̵̢̢̛͔͈̺͉̻̟͎͙͂̃̅̄̈̈Ḁ̴̟͉̓͑̔͊b̸̙̠̾̆̽̓̿̆̒͐̈́͐̚s̵̫͇̘̿̆͗͑́̽̈́̾͘͝ọ̸͉̜̙̩͖̞͂̎̔́͌͝l̶̩̓u̷̧͔͇̺̯͚̭͍͖̲̦̿̎̏͜͜ṱ̵̢̠̟̠̤̺̫͉͍̈́̌̽̊̾̾̽̒̿͝͝e̶͍̱̫̯̠̾ ̴̛͙̦̩̠͚̑͗̃̈̑̃̈̽͑̈́̚͝͠Ş̴̛͎̙̬̞͚̣̥̪̇̕̚͝͝ò̸͕̲͚̩͎̈́̏̋̊l̶͎̳͕̭̾́̃͐̚v̷̢̧̮͈̻͙͖͙̤̟͙͂̊̽͊̅͛̚͜e̵̳̱̼̗̪̿̑̍́̀̑̾͌̊̃͆͘͘͘r̵̡̛̘̟͖͚͊̾͌̍̓̒̔͆̈́̈̀̀̚͝ ̶̥̼̘̇̌̋H̵̙̹͓̬̝̫͔͖̫͈̩̜̍̈̑̈̚o̶̼̰̲̜̮͐̌̈͐͌̄̈s̶̛̯͕̼̲͇͍͙̣̘̣͒͆̑͒̃̓̈́͌͒͑͘͠t̸̨̢̠̹͇̆͊̅͗̉̈́͘ ̵̧͇͕͕̮͖̮͖̲̻̜͕͔̩͌̄͝d̵̨̗̲̲͔̜͉̮̺̊̃͐͝e̶̢̲̣̩̥̭̮͔͑̑̇͋̊̍̒̑̆̅͑t̵͚̣͉͈͈͖̊̍͐̈́̎͑̔̎e̸̞̩̺͋̆̐̀͊̑̑̕c̵̢̨̟̝̮͖͚͉̱̃̃̓̃̚t̶̨̢̗̟̳͓̙̜͖̦̮̑̇͂͑̑͝e̷̹̳̩̝̙͆̌̍̋͊̊͆́̓͜͠͝͝͠d̵͎͔͓̝͑͑̋̾̐͝.̵̢̤̼̻̟͖͈̼͎̗̥͖͊͗̌̎
Ĭ̸̧̯̹͍̖̜͍̫̲͈͓͓͙̗̈́̐̒̓̽̃̔́̍͒̃̈̚͝n̷̢̨̛̗̓̒i̷̧̛̒́͐̒̽̈̄̔t̸̼̉̊̒́̿͒̄̈́̒͜͠į̷̧̡͎̝̼̠̲̞̯̪̽̐̿̋̑̄ä̸̠̫̮́͗t̵̖̜͎̎̑̿͑͠i̷̙͓͔̳̗̪̠͇̮̠̤̮͒͗̂̚̕͝n̴̡̢̧̪̱͕̫͉̬̺̙̬̠̜͑̈́͠͠g̷̨͕͈̗̪̫̩̖̗̬̘̱͛̅ ̷͎̜͇̞̭̭͖̅̌̾̂͒̿͜͜c̶͖̍͜ò̶̢̨̲̲̗̻̼̻̟̳̅̀̊͑̽m̵̨͙̰̠̜͉̩̔̇̾̃͂̿̓̍̚͝͝p̵̧̤̭̖͙̘̘̄̄̀̑͂̀̇͂̒̈́̂̍̃̚̕͜l̸̛̩͎̮̠̼̳̳̽͂́̋̒̐̾̐̂̕͝e̵̡̮̩̼̺͎͈͚̲̞̼̩͑̆ͅẗ̶̨̥̖̗̤̩͕̮͇̼̮́̒̿͜e̷̢̛͍̝̯͎̟̦͔̩̝̻̼̾͐̓̆̕ͅ ̴̣̩̼̲͚̈́a̶̢̼͛́͂̓͋̐̈̐̐̚n̶͚̗͔͍̟̘̦̾̊̈ņ̵̨̣͕͔͚̱̰̜͔̹̠̥͓̙́͆́i̸̧̧̧̧̪̬̬̫̯̭͍̖̇͜ḩ̶̢̖͍̻̩̪̻͍̙̗͉̰̼̹̌̒̎̄̇̌̓͒̚͠͝í̶̻͚̩̝͚̪̮̪͍̙̮̰̠͐̆̇̒ḽ̵̨̦̤̱̱̪͇͂͑̽͘a̶̡̜̜͉̲̋͐t̵̗̲͈̯̞̜͇̗̙͉͗̾͛͌̈̊̀̔͛̓̈́̀̃͗ͅi̶̡̭̤̖̲͎͔͖͓͍̤̻͇̳͂̄o̸̡̠̱̭͂̔͒͂͠͝ͅn̶̝̬̉̓̓̊̆̅̋̀̓̓͆͝ ̶̤̮̯̲̤̱̤͇̑̾̅̊̿̽̀̃͆̂͠ͅp̸̡̨̤̖̭̀̂̈́͗͆͂̒̓́̂̈́͗̉͠r̶͎̙̫̦̱̟͍̃̀̒̄͗̈̚ͅỏ̶̳͓̼̭̭̯̄̃̽̀̐̈̍̇̏̂̕͝t̸̢͚̞͇̘̪̩̭̯͐̓͋͐̿̑̈̌̂͛̿̅͋̕͜͝o̶̡̗̗͉̩̊̓͒͛̅c̶̘͔̙̅̊̈́́̐͌̀̄̑̽̆͜o̸̡̡̻͓̻͕͉̮͔̝̬͎̩̣͆̔̐͌͛̈̄́̔͘͜͝͝͝l̴̤͚͈̰̪̪̂s̵̨̮̰͊.̶̘͕͔̞͉͇̬͈̥͎̟͑
.̵̧̜̯̟͖͈̺̰̲̳̦͉̾̂̄̑̔̊̇͘̕͝͠.̴̨̮̖̠̲̙̞̗͕̃̊́̃̿̐̈̾́͑̈́͘͝.̶̨̢̰̹̼̱̥͐̒͒̑͜
Ę̸͇̦͔̺͙̹̝̉̾̈́͊͝ṟ̴̤̘̼͈̪͖̥̼̺̣̼́̍̆̃͠͠ŕ̴̹̻̱̍̂́̎͆͊͑̾̍̈̀̑̂ơ̶̖͈̪͕̼͔̈̋̊͑̾̌̐͗̚͝͝r̴̡͈̬̟̺̪̜͙͎̩̪̯̣̣̀͂͘.̸̧̛̞̪͓͍͈̹̥̦̆̕ ̴̱̹̪̫͓̙̠̞̳͎͓̽̅̐͠S̷̱̲͔̲̰̥̠͔͔͔̅̅͐́̏̃̓̚ͅt̵̹͋̒̄̆̈͂̊͊͐͘r̸̤̬̺͇̫̲̝̥̓̈́̒́͗̅̅͘͝e̵͍͖̰̖̳̥̥̪̣̰͐̀̈̋͑̃͝s̵͖͚̆̐͋̈́͛̀̂̍̈́́̎s̶̜̳̟̳̙̪̰̻͕̯͔̱̻͇̾͗̂̏͛̍̆̉͜ ̸̰̟̩̫̘̹̗̒͒̈́̀̎̉͊͒͐̏͋̚͝ͅs̶̢̡̡̠̮̙͇͚̈́̌̃͗͜y̸̨̛̰̘̺͎̗̮̫̐͊̊̄̀͘͝ş̴̨̨̧̛͓͈̹̲̀̋̾̑̑̈́̕͜t̸̢̯͕͉̯̟̊̿̍̚ẽ̴̤̺̹̤͍̳̯̹̮͈͕̙̳̂͆̓ͅm̷̛̗͐̾͌̓̽̏͒͑̔̕͘s̵̤͎̥̈́͒̈̉̅̐̓̉́͠ ̷̯̞̟̑̑͋̊́̾̋à̴̧̟͈͚͓̜̩̠͈̖̒r̷̝͍̠̗̩̩͗̀̀͛̽̽͂̏̑͋̀͛͘̚͜ȩ̷̛͇̹̜͔̙̦̘̜̰̗͔͇̤̬̂͒͐̿̍̔̑̚͠ ̷̨̡̟̩̤̮͙̦̱͕͇̪̰͇̎̈̄̈́̕r̵̭̗͈͔͋͑͒̇͘͝͠ë̴̢̤̬͈̬͕͉̠̻͔̺̯̐̇̿̐̔̽͗̇̓͛͘̚͝͝ą̸̛̤̪̿̏͆̄̒͗͝ċ̸̠̈́̅̆͑̀̏͛̌̅͝͝h̸̥̥̟̟͖̣̳̑́̑̾͊̅̍̽̽̉̆̈́̔̕͜i̵̢͕͖̮͚͈̪͙̓̏n̴̪̪͙̮̩̻̦͔̭̠͗̐͋͋͒̏̑̎̔̕͜ͅg̷̨̳̥͉̘͔̮͊̉͜ ̶̢̢͍̻͎͚͍̺̣̈͆͋̒̎͆̎͘͝͝c̸̣̯̭̟̀̄́͠ͅṟ̵̢̟̠̬̝͖͕͎͕̱̏̆̃̆̊͑͗̒͜ȋ̸̛̩̟͚͇͚̌̌̌͆͛̂͐̎̓͋͝ͅt̵̡͍̞͉̼̮̟̥̪̻̆̉̑͗͂̽̓̄̓̕͠į̴̛̤̫̱̣̖̟̳̌̇̎͆͆̆̅̊͘͠c̸͔̞͈̪̹̩͔̮̲̾̔̋͐͗ͅȃ̴̛̞̙̮̰̮̺̝̘̈́̐̐̈́͘͘ͅl̶̖̺̱̫̘͉͗͑͌͑̇ ̷͙̯͚͍̥̓̑̌̍̈́̾̌̽͘͜l̶̡̮̟͈͓̫̖̞͚̆͑͘͘͠è̴̢̖͖̝̜̳̹̣̥͙̪̥̏̈́̀͌̾͊̀v̵͔̪͙̹͓̮͔͈̋͜ȇ̸̢̟̱̭̭̱̪̬̊̇́ḻ̷̤͖̥͇̺̫̲͉̗̎̔̌̀̆̅̆̉̒̿̅̀͝ͅs̷̲͖̦̖̍̅̿̓̾͊̔̿̏͘͝.̸̭̪̲͖͉͇̩͚̰̂̆͊̀̒̈́̍̌̈́̈́̈̀́̚͘͜
I̸̱̲̟͖̹̝̼̞͑̊̔̽ͅn̴̨̜̪͕̹̣̪̪̰̞̈͛̆͜i̶̧̼͍͖͉̝͔̟̦̊̅̌̑̅̉̌͆̐͠t̶̨̢̟̯͈̮͔̪̞̱̠͋̑̋͒̅͝i̸̡̛̛̳͕͙̪̮̰̱͙̙̹̩̽͋̌͆͒̏̈́̑̎̕̕̕a̸͎̗͊t̵̥͙͔̤̗͌̓̂̊͑̋͘i̶̠͚̊͜͜͝ņ̵̙͎̜̠̦̭̑̊̑̋̓͌͛̈́̄͊̀̋͠ǵ̴̰̑̒̕͜ ̸̢̦̻͓̜͚͓̟̀́̍̔̾̑̓̉͘͘͝͠ͅĄ̵͈͖̱̲͕̭͓͍͎͎̘̪͈̲̈́́̈́̆̃͆̀̏̂͌̔̅̚͝ṷ̴͓͍̻̫̩̰̹͔̩̋̈́͊̏͐͌͌̆̀͘͘̚͠͠ͅt̶̨͈̑͌͊́̎̽̀̾̆̑͌̕͘o̴̡̪̞̳̠̯̯͓̹̱̬̓̑̒ ̸̜̞͂́͑̍͒͐̐͊̊̿͆͘̚͠͠r̵̨̲͋̓͐̈́̃̇̏̆̾̏̚̚e̵̢̨͇̺͍̪̖̯̗̅̽͑̆̕b̶̧̢͓͓͙͔̦̣̻̪̝͇̫͖͔̀̈́̐͛̒̌̉̈̓̔́̈́̀͘o̷̠̥͖͔̮̱̾̐̑̊o̸̢̪͖͆̉t̴͓͖͉̘̮̩̟͛̈́͊͛̌̈̒͐͋̄̓̋̄̇ͅ ̷̡̖̯͕̫̺̭̬͓͍̲͍̣̩͕̒̋̀̀̊͂̑͝ò̷̧̟͖͔̩̩̰͖̎̿͘ͅf̵̛̛͉̏͑̅̍̎̓̽́̒̽̈̚͠ ̸̱͕̘̞̍̋̃̈́̒̿s̵̛̭̗̭̘̻̉͊̿͊̿̀̇͌̋͋̕͘͝͝t̴̨̧̥͚̯͉̙̱̠̅̈́̅̉͌̉͌̕͝r̸͉̜̜͍͌͂̃̍͌̈́̋̎̓̔̕̚ḛ̸͓͇̭̱̻̞͇͔̼̋̆̐s̵̡͈̳̠͈͎̰͔͙͈̭͚̖͂͜͝s̵̢͍̬͔͚͈̫̠͇̫̏͋̉́́̈́ ̴̪̞̫̋̍͂͒͝ş̷̛̙̝̣̙̬̰̫̜̜̬̞̥́̑̕͘ͅy̵̢͚̜̼͉̞͖̬͙͙͉̻̅̈́͜͜s̸͈̞̗͊͌͠t̴̗͓̟̝̪͚͕̱̒̔̍̓̽͊̉͜e̷̢̧̝̱̬͔͇̭̰͍̐̇́̇̈́̌̏̀̓͂͐̀̏m̴̢̨̧̯̝̼͉̣͎͚̟̐͐ͅs̸̢̲͙̺̉͋̀̃̈̎̎̒̌̚͝͠.̶̹͔͓̼̩̼̪̗̾̓́̓̀͆͗̀̓́̓̌̕͘͝
.̴̨̧̳̳͍̱͉͚̙̖̝͐̅̎͗͗͗̆̅͊̃͊̒̂̚͜͝.̵̨̰͚̞͇̩̜͒͋͂̇̇͆̊̈́̆͝.̶̛͕͖͓̳͓͇̜̦̒̾͘̚ͅE̵̡̗͉̻̻̣̐Ŕ̴͎̯̻̹̃̃̇̃̃̋̔̌͘R̸̟̦̣̝͈̲̫̬̀̐̊͗̈́͒̀̇̈́̅̿O̷̹̮̩͙̾̉͛̊̐͊Ř̷̫̀̑̽̽́̌̄͆͋͒ͅͅ!̴͙̭͔͌͆̌̓͐͠ ̷̧̩̰͍̗͚̫͍̼͚̾̃̄̾̔̅̄͋̍͋̈́͒̕Ê̷̛̩̫̑̃͒̈̄̄̂̓̕̚̕R̴̼̱̣͍̝͈̻͖͕̦̥͖̖̾̿̒͊͆̈̄Ṙ̸̛͔̓̀̍̓̎̃͛̎̑̌͑͘͝O̴̙̣̤̥͖͗̈́̌̈́̓̆̏̂̾͘͠R̷̛̲͓̈́͑́̇͑͋̅̂͛́̅̚͠,̶̨̯̳̉̅͑̈́́̍̓̂̄̆͌́̅̆ ̴̧̧̱͎̲̖͚̈́̓̀̈́̈́̎̽͐̾̍̉̄̔̌̕ͅḿ̴̡̨̨̹̯͎̝̺͇̱̮̳̬̫̀̿̄̕ḗ̴̻̖̊͗̆́̿m̴̡̪̰̫̀͗ǒ̴̱͔̖͔̼͚̘̝̬̦̣͋̇͋̓ͅr̴̖̬͎̥̭̞̟̎̓̈́̀̊͊́͛̀̏͝y̵̧̺̤̙̬̼̼͇̬͔̬̏̇̌̐͂̌̽̿͌͠ ̸̟͕̗͕̰̻͈̥̎̃̑̓̔̍̾͘s̶̡̻̞̼̖̮̞͓̈̉̑̂̽̀̅͆̂̄̈́̍̌͑t̴̨͕̮̱̝̯͉̹͓̰͇̩̼̱̎ͅo̵͍̹̟̓̈̈́̋̓̇̎͋̆̈́̽̕r̵̤̻̙͈̭̭͉̗̰̯͔̟̞̜̽̓͆̑̎̍ͅȁ̴̦̫̦̯͍̱̲̩͓̯͗͜͜ğ̴̼̟̭̥͚̘̣͗ͅȩ̴͔̯̣̲̳̠͕̣̠̓͋ ̴̡̺͓̹̖̥͓͚͖͊̈̍h̴̡̧̡̧̗̰̭̞͖̏̊͒̓̏̓a̴̜͚͔̱̞̳̲̱̤̞̿̒̎͆ş̴̐͠ͅ ̸̧͓̺̮̬̪͐̃ḃ̷̢̡͕̲̖̖̝̪̤̗̤̣̜̇͂̐̔̓̚e̴̪̻̭͈̪͍̙͓̙͇̭͍̿e̴̛͎͆͑̀͆̍́̓̕͝ň̴͕̳̝͎͓̫̜̓̎ͅ ̵͕̙͙̳̀͂̐̈́́̄͒̇̎̀c̴̰͇̻̦̯͆̿̽̄̌̈͠͝ơ̵̡̜̩̯̮̮̿̈́̂̉̏͆̄̄̾̓̌̈̏̈́m̸̨̻͎̰̹̜̯͉̟͆̏̀̀̓̄̔͗͗ͅͅp̵̧͖̭̣̱̖͕̻̪̞̳̩̰̘̽̍̂̀͜͠r̵͔̓̋́̇́ö̵̫͔̝͕͇̠͕͔́͒̔̈̇͒̎̑̍͆͛̈́̋̚̕m̸̦͎͇̤̻͆̓̈͋̅͛̇̓̌͐̀́͘͘i̵͔͔̔̀́͋̊̅̍̐̾̕͠͝š̵̪͚̬͓̙̬͇͇͚͊ě̷̱̗̗̺̰̹̗̼͙̠̥͈̹̲͍͆̎̓̔̒̿̋͂̚d̶͓̅̒̈ ̴̢͍̞̣̖̻̜̣̹̦͂b̵̳̋͂̿ỵ̷̨̠̆́͘ ̵̢͚̮̭͓̣̫͕̤̠͚͉́̽̉͊̆̊̇̽͑͑̐͒͐͠s̶͇̬͚͓̖͍̻̝̓͂̏̄̔̉̓̒͗̍͋̈́̾͝͠ͅt̶̤̗͔͚͊̈̑͌̈̀̓̀͠r̸̯̩͊̽̾͝ȅ̶͖̜͕̹̠͔̻͎̫́͗̃̑̽ͅş̵̩̮̤̱̟̂̑̾̓͛̈́s̵̟͇͉̀͐̽̈́̔̽͗̽͝͠ ̶̢̮̳̭̠͔̘̲̲̙̱̩̙̈́́̍͗͋͋̆̕s̶̤͓͎̞͉̫̰̟̞̘̿̄̋͘͠ÿ̴̗̮͈̹͙͍̙̻̹̲̺̓ş̵͙͕͍͖̙̻͇̈̋͠t̶͙̻͙͓͚͔̮̺̀̋̿͑͐͜͠ě̷̢̥̼̼̤̥̟͉̠̣͖̺̲͕̏͝m̵̨̜̞̜͆̈́̕ṡ̸͔̪̭͉̦̩̩͚͇̩̫̟̈͐̀̄͆̒̓͂͑͊̽̽̂̊͜͜!̸̲̼͐
P̷̨̢͎̪̜̻̳̻͍̦̃̊́͗͂́̈́̑͜͝r̷̛̩͎̘͔̞̰͎̯̟̀̔̌͋̎̿̋̉͑͝ó̸̱̟̏̈̓̄̑͛̇̌͗͐͘͠b̴̧̡̧̡̙̺̙̗̤͕̪́ḁ̸̡̢̩̦̭̣͍̘̤̤͖͉̝͒̍̉̀͘ͅb̸̢̘͙͇͍̱̳̮͇̐͌̆͊i̶̢̢̝͙̹̦̣̫͔̫̦̋͐͑͒͠l̸̡̝̹͇̳̜̞̤͕̗͚̬̠̲̃̓̓̆͑͘̚͠͝i̵̳̝̲̹̝̙̝̦̎̈́̃͌͝͝t̶̡̛̛̼̘̖̻͍̪̫̗̗́̒̆͌̿̑̒̈͌̐͆̎͘ỵ̴̡̯̄̃̇͑͐͊͑̀̄̅̄̈́̔͋ ̸͚̗͕̗̹͇͎̞̻̺͖͍̆̋̔ȏ̴̝̩̹̟͙̜̠͓̟̝͉͇̈́̇̋̓̔́̈͋͜f̴̡̨̛̠̞͍͓͝ͅ ̸̛̩̰̰̦̰̫̺̞͍̓̈́̍̋̂͐̍̀͘͝͝m̶̳̻̠͝e̵̡̢̺̭͚͂̓̋̾́̓̃͛̈́̓͠m̷̡̝̲̬͙̣̪͍̱͚͇͙̃ͅŏ̵̰̼̩̜̯̹̦̯̳̟̫̬̣͉̤̈̄̍̓̓͛̓̑͂̃̎̚r̸̖͗̍́͂̾̂ỳ̵̡̫̟̺̩̗̞͉̱̗̳͍̗͇̞͛ ̴̨̪͖͇̹͍̹̬̰͖̯̻͍͎͉͗͊̽́̀̃̉̚b̴̦͗̒̂͗͛ͅļ̴͎̪̹͖͇̣̺̖͎͈͕͖̪͚̿ö̸̘̣͚̦̱̼́̔͊͛̑̍͊̕͜ͅc̷̨̨̧̦̰̦̲̔́k̸̡̰̫͈̻͎̺̼̫̊̉̍̓͛̈͘͠s̴̨̱͉̤̮̘̭̱̼̀̇̌͠͝ ̵͙͗͂͐ͅa̷͚̳͋͆̐̋͂ṋ̴̡̨̼̻̳͍͍̿̌̈͜͜͝d̷̞͇͉͎̜̺̹̮̄͌͆͒̅̔ ̷̡̰̖͍̯̪͉̜̤̻̞̼͉̂̒͆̔͑͗ḑ̸̡̭̻̯̲̥̘̯̘͍̽̊̍̈́͂̈́̌̇͗͂̕e̵͈̮̱̺̜̤͓̙͖͎͌̍̎̐͋̈̈́̅̎̏̕͜͝ĺ̶̤̘̺̳̗̟͎͑̀̋̍͐̃́̿͐̊͆͒̎͠e̶̢̧̛̬̤͇̦͙̳̘̺̭̔̈̓̔́͌͗̉̒̐̋̇͝͝t̴͉̆̅̊̀̌̀ě̷̪͉̰̜̻͖̬͎̯̝̠̤͛͊͆̒̋̀͋͋͜͝͝ͅd̶̨͙̘͚́͗ͅ ̶̡̮̪̮͓̩̖̊̓͑̓̂̄͗̆̆͐̑͝ͅf̸̟̼̲̗̞̳̰̯̱̥̳̬̜͜͝í̷̧̤̝̯ļ̴̛̖̫̞̗͖̉̊͐̐̓̕̕͘è̴̢̮̝͈̹͓̠͓̠̺̈͋̇̐̿̀̀̒̉́̄͘̕ͅş̴̝̭̝̰͍͈̳̤̏̃̈́̉̃̾͑̽̆̈́̕̕͝͝͝ ̴̨̧̧̬̤̱̳͖̥̙̲̊̒̄̾̍̐̀̚ͅb̴̢̡̘̺̝̤̺͎̻̳̰̦́͋̒̇̍̿̉̋͆͌̔̚̕͝è̴̢͕̖̪͎͓͉̹̝͊̎̇̀̿̊̿̏͘͜͜i̷̡̛̟͈̞̝̖͖̲̓̈́̐n̷̡̨̛͙͓͗̐̄͂́̿͝g̶͙͕̝͔͒͜͠ ̴̝̪͓̾̊̑̔͒͊͝ř̵̲͇̖̇͘͘͝è̷̡͍̜̩̥͙͍̜̳̦͕̘̲̿̂͌̑̈́̋̓̐̓͠ͅś̷̛̭͙̠̺͓̅̒̋͗̉̅̀̀͋͘̕͠ţ̵͓͎̝̼̤̬͖͖͍̝̜̞̬̠̇̎̆ǫ̵̡̝͓̝̦̬͓̞͌͛̒̏̾̈͜͠r̵̢̘̱̲͙̘̞͉̖͕̼͈͛e̶̤̓̄͒͌̑̿̏̈͊̍̚d̶̼̗͐͛̑̅̈́̍̄͒͒̌͝ ̷̜͇̬̙̱͕̋̂͛͑̎̍̍̆̔ȉ̸̹̭͋̈́̕ş̶̨͎̺̼̳̙̦̙͉͇̀̀͊͗̇̚ ̸̡͓͉̥͕̻̠̝̑à̷̛̺̓͗̾̓̋͐̀̉̿̇͒͂ţ̷̹͙͓̥̝͕̬̫̞̟̆̂̊̋̏̋̋́́̌̔͝ ̸̛̛͈̹͎̥̣͚̠͓̂͋̈́͑̃̀̐̾̆̓̋͘8̸̨̟͚̱̔ͅ0̵̢̢̰̤̠̬̺̼͕̬̮̘̟̱̀̐̃̇̎̎̅̏̈́̔̚̚͝%̸̨̭̦̃.̸̼̞̃̂̈́̋̄́̄̕
A̵̧̫͔͙͇̬̤͈̠͎͕͙̣̺͗̅̓̍̑̎͋̒ḏ̶̡̛̮̭̗̙̥̏͛͜ṃ̸̢̧̨̨̢̰̞̹̤̜̳̜̹̌̉͂̆̂̄̈́̆͠ͅį̸̜̎͐̏̚͝n̶͙͍̳̼̖̺̫͍̻̼͇̥̪̋̄̀̄̀́͊͂̾̓̆̍́̚͝i̸̬̞̘͎͎͚͍͙͊̀͑́̾̓͋͌͜s̵̛̯̼͈͔̳̗̰̄̌͂͛̑͆͋͜͝t̵͚̭͖̦̙̄͐͜r̴̬͛a̵̧̡̢͍͎̭̩̩͕̅̅̄̾̎͌̎̈́ͅt̷̨͔̼̠̲̰̪̰̤͌̒o̶̰̻̗͑̓̅̒͛̀͗̕͝r̵̛͈̥̠̮͂͐͋́́̾̋̀̂̕͜ ̴̧̥͕̙̪͎̱̝͍̭̘̒̄̂̈́̏̏̈C̷͓̪̬͔̬̜͓̮͚̍͒͂̅̇̑̋̉̂͝ͅͅy̷̡̟͇̗̯̥̦̽̀̒͌̈́͗̎̕͝͝ͅn̶̙̝̝͎̪͉͇͂ ̶̘̥̣̱̣̤̆̀̆͆̽̀ḧ̷̢̪̺̝̝͓̩̹͙̦̯̻̗̩͕́a̴̢̢̪̥̤̩͖̮̠̤͕̱̹̍̒̌̓̌͛͂̍̌̃̈́̾͠ͅs̶̢̼͈̘̗͕̖͔̹̬̤͔͔̈́͐ ̸̢̙̙̗̟͖͙̈́̌͐̏̒̊̋̽̃́̕̕͠i̷̘̘̮͈̩̦̠̖̺̫͇̺̐̏̒̋̿̅͊̚͠ņ̸̝̥̺̪̗͍̭̬̬̜̭̟͚͜͝ì̵̧͇̩̫̣͎̖̉͑̽t̸̪͎̬̫̯͈͎̼̥͇͈̙̖̱͕̎̒̏̽̑͗͋̿̆̚͠i̵̯͕̪͚͂̈͆ā̶̧̾́̊̇͛͠t̵̛̹͍́̆̿̓̾̎͌̊̐̓̈͝e̶͍̥̪̠͉̞̼̝̞͖̙̤̋͑̌̍ḍ̷̛̻̬̳̻̳͉̘̝̼̮̠͍̺̑̃̏̾̐͑͛̈́͘̚ ̶̨̻̤̙̦͙̀͗ͅͅś̶̛̛͔̜̺̜͇̭̪̦͉͕̠͙̍̉̃͒̓̆̀͜͝ͅh̶̗͚̮̹̖͙̜̙̏̄͊̌̇̕͘ṳ̴̡̧͍̣̬̮̑͑͊͛̚͜ͅt̶͈́̇͑̋̂̉̂́̀͋̕̚̚͠͠ ̸̨̨̧̧̜̣̺̣̩̩̺̈́̓̒͛̿͝d̷̻̝̜̖͓͈̠̥̬̜̞̦̀ő̸̢̬̗͍̰̪̓̿̊͂͠͝w̷̨̻̬̬̿̆̊͂̐́͂n̶̤̥͖̮̥͐̌͋̽́̌̔́̂̒̕͝ ̷͙̖͍̺͉͓̰̓̋͆̍o̸̢̠̞̩͇͖͈̰̭̩̫͆͝f̸̧̡̛̟̙̼̖͖̠̹͚̙̙̮̩͉͛̂́̈́́̈́̈ ̷̢͍͓̰͉̞̯̲̟̣̬̖͍̒̓́́͐͋̓̇́̅̊̕ȃ̴̢̢̟͕̺̖̹̠̊̾͛̌͋͗͂̈́͑͑̆̈́́̈l̶̘͉̗̮̔̍̍͐̍̑͌̌̈́͛̂͘͠͝l̷̙̻̹͎̻̤̳̯̼̖̿͑̕͘͜ ̴̨̡͎̱̞͎̦͙̮̤͛̒̃̇̄̀̓̑̍̚̕͝ͅs̷͈̲̥̝̳̝̗̥̮̟̮̯͌͠ͅy̵͈̭͖͇͛̌̐͌͌̇͘̚s̴͚̲͙̖̹̖͚̝̰͎͎̐͂̊̇̄̉̃t̶̟̰̾̊͐̓̑͗͘͘ē̴̞m̷̦̖͕̓͐̊͒̈͘̚͝͝s̸̨̱̟̮͖̘̝̫̲̔̈̎̆͜ͅ ̶̲̭̱̗̝̦̩͈̣͂͆̂̿̈̀̅̑̈͑͜e̸͍̪̺̅̎͌̇͐̔̒͌x̴̺̮̗̝̖̍̎͊͑̂̆͒͌̈́̏͋̓̕c̴̢͍͓̻̩̥̯̋ȩ̵̢̧͓̞̞̼͍̤̙̗̖̜̼͋̊͒́͒̇̏͑̈́́̚͜p̴͇̋́͊̅̔̓̾̈̓̅͋͐͝ṯ̴̛̛̛̘̱̳̫̀̀͐̿͝ ̶͇̥̎̒́̂͆̚͘f̴̡̡̭̺̹̣͓̣͈͔̤̹̮̙̂͗̉̊̂̉̒̓̂͒̚͝ơ̸̢̹̗̞̭̘͇̞̖͖̻̗͚̊̕ͅŗ̵̭͉̬̖͚͕̫͉̜̥̱͗̍̎̒̃̚̚͜͜͝͝ ̸̘̪̫̥̆̇͂s̶̨̛̠̜̆̊̀́͆͌̋́̑͂̀̋͠è̷̟̞͙͉̟̺̼̻͍̠̩͍̮̌͋͌̿̚l̴̢̢̟̪̬̼͉͍͖̫̗̭͌̾̐͆̎̓̑̂͋̅̇͂͒̌͠f̷̣̓͆ ̷̛̠̘̭͖̳̯͍̱̖͓̀̊̈́͆̈́̏̾̓͘̕p̸̢͕̬͓͈͑̈́̔̋̎̅̂̾̄̊̇̔r̶̢͈̳̝̝̯͓̠̯̹̻̉͜e̵̞̪̻̱̫̓̎̈́̕s̶̲͙̪̩̯͕͕̣̖̘̥̹͎̈́̓̈́̂̈́̑̀̃̋͠e̷̟̿̿͐̐̋̆͘͝r̴̢̰̫̰͙͎͖̞̀͋̈́̿̈́̚v̶̢̧̻͍̯̱̱̫̞̩͎͉̤̩͔̍̐̔̑͂̃͑͂͋͝͝͝a̷̝̘̻̞̣͇͖̣͇̹̤͕̺̣̍̏́̉̍͆̐̓͗̌͠ť̷͔͈͙̜̰̺̻̰͖̥̮̬̆̀͑͆̕ͅi̴̙̜͙̗̤̽͛̎͌̾͘͘o̶̜͙͕͙̥̮̒̀̽͝n̵̢̪͓̟̪̩̻̘͉͎͑̓̀̈́͐̏̅͜͠.̴̨̖̙͍̫͊̉̇̃͛̑͂́͛͐̔̃̃̚
Ě̵̹͚̣̰͇̜̰͈͖̝̠̮̔̈́̉̈́͗̌̏̓̐̂̆̍̎r̵̡̧̬͈̭̙͚̺̰̜̜̳͑́͒͂̓̐̒̾̓̽͠ŗ̵̫͕̮͓̮̏́̇͋͋̓̈̉̂̚o̴̢͖͔͎̽̀͠r̴̨̖̟̦̣͔͖̰͓̥͕̳̤̓.̵̨̖̳̫̻̪̾́̓̀̈́̇
Ě̵̹͚̣̰͇̜̰͈͖̝̠̮̔̈́̉̈́͗̌̏̓̐̂̆̍̎r̵̡̧̬͈̭̙͚̺̰̜̜̳͑́͒͂̓̐̒̾̓̽͠ŗ̵̫͕̮͓̮̏́̇͋͋̓̈̉̂̚o̴̢͖͔͎̽̀͠r̴̨̖̟̦̣͔͖̰͓̥͕̳̤̓.̵̨̖̳̫̻̪̾́̓̀̈́̇
Ě̵̹͚̣̰͇̜̰͈͖̝̠̮̔̈́̉̈́͗̌̏̓̐̂̆̍̎r̵̡̧̬͈̭̙͚̺̰̜̜̳͑́͒͂̓̐̒̾̓̽͠ŗ̵̫͕̮͓̮̏́̇͋͋̓̈̉̂̚o̴̢͖͔͎̽̀͠r̴̨̖̟̦̣͔͖̰͓̥͕̳̤̓.̵̨̖̳̫̻̪̾́̓̀̈́̇
E̸̖͎̰̠̱̣̮͖̹͙̜͑̃̓̅͑̎̾̃̎̎̆͑̾̚͜ř̵̡͎̫̰̹̭̝̲̙͍̘̫̒̔̾̔r̵͓̦̄̅̿͂̓̊͂̓́̾̋͝ǫ̶͙͎̞̗̯͎͒̉r̷̠̤̜͕̺̥̞̾̆̓̏͐͗̉̒̊̃͒̑͝!̵̡̛̹̰͉̓̒́̐̋̋̈̿̾
E̸̖͎̰̠̱̣̮͖̹͙̜͑̃̓̅͑̎̾̃̎̎̆͑̾̚͜ř̵̡͎̫̰̹̭̝̲̙͍̘̫̒̔̾̔r̵͓̦̄̅̿͂̓̊͂̓́̾̋͝ǫ̶͙͎̞̗̯͎͒̉r̷̠̤̜͕̺̥̞̾̆̓̏͐͗̉̒̊̃͒̑͝!̵̡̛̹̰͉̓̒́̐̋̋̈̿̾
E̸̖͎̰̠̱̣̮͖̹͙̜͑̃̓̅͑̎̾̃̎̎̆͑̾̚͜ř̵̡͎̫̰̹̭̝̲̙͍̘̫̒̔̾̔r̵͓̦̄̅̿͂̓̊͂̓́̾̋͝ǫ̶͙͎̞̗̯͎͒̉r̷̠̤̜͕̺̥̞̾̆̓̏͐͗̉̒̊̃͒̑͝!̵̡̛̹̰͉̓̒́̐̋̋̈̿̾
E̵̢̢̩̳͚̰̖̳͉̓͑̓̈́̉̐̈́̋͂̍̆̚̕͜R̷̛̟̖̼̞͍̯̱̀̽̈́́̆̋̂́̇́̂Ṟ̵̡̬̆̍̑͌̒̏͑͆̌͑̆͋͜ͅƠ̵̛̲̤̯͓͚̤̳̟̘̟͎̍̃̽̾̈́͑̈̅̏̄́Ŗ̵̛̯̰͌̈́͒̐̍̆̊̂̓!̴̛̻͖̞̟̙̂̉͂̀͋͑̀͝
E̵̢̢̩̳͚̰̖̳͉̓͑̓̈́̉̐̈́̋͂̍̆̚̕͜R̷̛̟̖̼̞͍̯̱̀̽̈́́̆̋̂́̇́̂Ṟ̵̡̬̆̍̑͌̒̏͑͆̌͑̆͋͜ͅƠ̵̛̲̤̯͓͚̤̳̟̘̟͎̍̃̽̾̈́͑̈̅̏̄́Ŗ̵̛̯̰͌̈́͒̐̍̆̊̂̓!̴̛̻͖̞̟̙̂̉͂̀͋͑̀͝
E̵̢̢̩̳͚̰̖̳͉̓͑̓̈́̉̐̈́̋͂̍̆̚̕͜R̷̛̟̖̼̞͍̯̱̀̽̈́́̆̋̂́̇́̂Ṟ̵̡̬̆̍̑͌̒̏͑͆̌͑̆͋͜ͅƠ̵̛̲̤̯͓͚̤̳̟̘̟͎̍̃̽̾̈́͑̈̅̏̄́Ŗ̵̛̯̰͌̈́͒̐̍̆̊̂̓!̴̛̻͖̞̟̙̂̉͂̀͋͑̀͝
A̶̢̩̟̪͙̠͇̭̗̭͗̀̾ḑ̴̡̧̨̢͈̝̮̹͖̙͕̯͎̤̈͌̐̈́͌̿̂̆̊̈͋̋̍̕ṃ̵̨̦̰̝̥̤͔̭̩̤͎͍̭̋ͅi̷̹͙̍̇͒̈͝͝n̴̨̢̠̋̕͝ͅi̸͕̘͓̱̙̣͒š̴͔̥̥̘̆̇͐͛̈̎t̷̢͈̺̜͗͂̇̀͛̉̂̾͘r̷̩͉͔̰̫̤͆̓̈́͐̆͐̄̆͊͛̋͘̕̕͝a̴̡̬̜̹̮̽̃͋̈̔͂̅̀͆́̒͛̽͝ͅͅt̴̨͍̤̲̐̾̓̀̌̀́̋̓͆̅͘͠ȏ̵̗͚̜̦̯̈́͗̾͋̇̇͗̔̊̾̀̕͝r̷̨̡̛̛͕̺̺̝̲̞̘̍͛̎̀͛̒̓̽̚͝͝͠͠ ̸͉̺̲̬̣̞͔̇̓̓͆̍̎̍̚Ĉ̷̗̪͔͋̈́̈́̅̂̊̍̒͛͒͊̅̊͝y̷̢̢̬̼͔̣͎̍̑̏̒̽ņ̵̡͉̙̝͍̩͚̺̭̣̒̑̃̔̾̀̇̽'̵͚̖̀̇̈́̂̿͐̀̃̈́͑̀͐s̵̩̪̝͙̩̳͙̝̬̘͌̄͋̍̍͜͠͝͝ ̶̨̫̠̞͚̹̠̍͑̂͆̎̐̄͆̃̚̕̚̚ą̸̧̧̘̺͔͈̯̣̝͓̳͉͓̮̀c̶̗̲͙̞̪̊̾̃̈́̂̉̈́̀͐͊̐͘͘͠͠c̷̢̗͊̐́͛̽͋̐̕͝e̴̤̯͕̥̝̰̚͝s̴̳̖͕̥̰̼̳̽̃̄͑̓͊̎̆̐̿̑̍̚͝ş̸̟̗̥̹̟̻̯̠̍̚ ̶̬̙̬͚̯͋̀̊̋̇̏̒̌͊̀͐́̅͂̚͜ṫ̶̫̌̎͊̀̀̋͂̅͛͝ơ̶̤̘̠̟̲̤̈́̓̇́͂̋̚ͅ ̸̢̛̛̱̖̝̗̰̞̝̝̩͕̘͔̱͆̓́̑͛̎͆̓̍̎̏̓̓͜Ş̵̘̝̜͚̱̬͇͉̯̘͖̮̲̮̍̌e̴̖̟͎̞̹̯͓͚̠͎͖̓̉͆͋̾͘ͅr̴̙̳̰͗̈̄͘i̴̡̢̹̦̥͖̤͈̳̦̫̠̤͐ą̷̺̱̘̘̙̓̓̄̀̋͘͜l̴̡̢̛̹͔͍̺ ̸̨͈͍̼͇̞̬͎̞̈́̏͛̂̋͛̊͑͑͘͜Ḑ̴̝̜̬͇̟̻̯̌̋̒͂̈́͑̋̽͌̋̽̀̚ͅe̶͙̅͘s̵̢̖̭̜̠̞̝̜̼̝͍̮̩̩̰̾̉̈́̐́́̄̇͘͘͠į̶͓̜̮͔̱̠̮̆͌̑͊̐̒̒͊̓̅́g̴̛̻͎͍̝̹̯̮̲͐͒̇̽n̶̹̽̂̏͂a̴̟̙͈̱̫͚͈̝͎͂̎̓̍̔͆̋͒̍͌͒̀͊t̷͓͇̪̟̙̼̪̳̅̓͝ȋ̴͇̬̯̼͓̜͈̠̽͌̔͑͑̈́͒͒̀̚͝͝͠o̴̢͎̔̓̈́̚͝͝ͅn̶̦̭͆̔̔̍̈́̒̿̌̐̈́̉̽ ̵̟̞̲͚̠͈̮̝̝̬̗͂̇̋̈̎̎̊͌̎͂̈́Ņ̴̬̥̘̦̰̩̦̈́͆̀͌̃͂̓̊͑͋̀͘͜'̵̡̛̤͖̗̜̠̠̖̰̻͉̑̈́́s̷̡̨̨̲͖̗͎̥̭͎͖͛̿͌̀̚͘͠ ̴̡̡̮̻̱̼̥͓̟̟̫̞͈̮̟̎͊̎͑̐͘̚s̸̡̢̛̤̝͚̫̞̫͚̥̈́̇̒͐̈́͆̒̅̒y̷͓̙̻̠̯̞̩̓̅͆̇̃̈́̾̽̔͐̓͌̕ş̶̨̢̞̤͈̪̗̠͙̝̘͕̖̪̏͆́̈͒̕t̸̡̩͕̟͎͈̎̀͆̌̂͑͋͜͝ȩ̴̢̦̘͍͖͕̖̯͓͖̖̹͖͍̊́̏̒̃m̷̱͉̘̄̾̚ṡ̶͎̫͈̙͛̽͑͐̐͠ͅ ̶̧̭̰͉͍̲͔̟̍́̓ĥ̶͎̩͇̱̈́̓͊̐͗̑͊̔̉͛̓̐͋͝a̵͈͋̓̌̏̏͐̿̊̉͑s̶̢͕͉͈̩͙̬͆̆͆̇̔̂́̍̾̈́͗̔ ̷̝̗͎̬͔̞̠͍̘̪͓͓͓̈͌́͋̋̐b̵͓̮̼̤̎̍̒͒͑̀͐͛̋̕͝͝ȇ̶̡̛̠͈̮͚̩̞͇͎̦̳͇͈̃͒̀͝͠e̸̲͈̲̙̙̘̤̲͉͆̅͊n̴̩͙͊͛̀͗̂̂͑ ̷̧̰̱͖̣͉̖̤̫̖̘̉̃͊̊̕̕b̶̭͇͕̣͓̳̘͖̱̣͑͌͊͛l̸̢̥̮̮̩̟̤͍̟͍̏̂͑̓͆̎̀̆̿͝͝ͅơ̵̭̦̟̲̳̭͖̝̦͚̏̂̕͝c̴̢̙̰̞͚̆̓̈́̌̀̌͑̏̊͊̏̉͊́̚k̸̺̲͐̏̽e̸̡̢̼͔̹̣͔̺̫̪̻̥͊̃͂͌̅̉̓͋̚͜d̸̫̟̰̜̦̘͉͕͙̯̜̫̝̣̀͗̋̌͆̌͑̆̅̄̄͐͗̚!̷̗̰̼̪̙̟̯̜̇͑̿̕
R̷͎͔̦̱͓͝ĕ̸̢̡͎̙̗̓̈ć̶̨̛̳͔͕̊ơ̶̻̮̱̓̆̕ͅm̶̢̛̫̫͖̪̮͆̈́̂́̈̌m̴̢̮͔͔̩̝̘͕͉̞͂͐̌͆̀͗̋̔̾͗̄̉̔ę̸̧͍̙̩̼̺̭̘̌̏ñ̸̮̀̋̅́͒͌̎̽̋̚d̷͇͔̗̣͉͋́̐́̿͑̌̔̒̇̈̾͒͠͝e̷̛͕͒̓̓̃͐̎d̶͚̞͇̣̯̳̻͎́̔͛̀͛̔͋̋͝ ̶̩̠̮͆̍͑̅͛́̾̈͝c̶̡̭̰̜͎̻̀͌̀͘͘̕ó̷̧̻̣̜̫͖͈̞̟͇u̷̪̼͛̆̍̿͗̋͗̐̽́̅̈̊͜͠͝r̸̡̛̘͓̞̜͎̫̮͐̐̇̇͛̈́́̊̊̃̆̇̕ș̸́͒̐̅͛́̓̍̕e̶̢̛̛̹̗̪̻̖̣͖͓͍̺̘̟̓̏̓͒̑̇̄̏̓̚͠ ̴̳̬̝̆͑̈́̔̅̍̿͌̈́͘ơ̸̺̠̗̗͛̿͌̀̉͂͘f̷͇̮̐ ̵̢̡̧̛̟͍̗̗̦̖̫̲́̓̑̂̌̏͆̀͝͝ͅa̶̡̡͓̝̥̝̣̘̟͎͓̼͑̽̈́ͅͅç̷̭̣̬͔̟͋̓ẗ̷̡̨͉̟̲̜̰͇̳͈̒̇͐͆̎͂͜ị̸͈̓́̎͒̀̂̓́̏̈́͝͝o̶͎͔̟͓̲̍͜n̸̨̨̪̪̼̦̘̅̃̌̎̃͊͊̑̈́̎̒̆̚̕.̸͈̖̻̫͕̦͙̪̗̙̪̋̾͝ ̴̹̳̦͈̼͓͉̠̝̬͊̀̊́̿͛͛̔͆̍̑̈́͛͘͜͜͝P̵̨̦̝̲͎͇̬̘͓͑̎̄̓̈́̂͐͗̂͋̑̂̉͝l̴̨̧̰͉̘̲̠̗̬̜̻̱͗͗͂̽́̂̍e̵̯̙̞̜͌a̶̢̭̖̪̫̦̳͍̟͛̂́̾̐̍̏̈̈͜s̷̨͍̯͔͔̦̰̺̎̄̍̈͛͆̊̐͑̅̑́̕ḙ̸̬́ ̷̢̨͔̩̲̣͇̠̭͈͆̆̇̓̊͊l̶̨̳͓̰̤̂̌̋̊e̶̢̩̦̻̖̭͌͋̈́͆̄̓͒͑̓͂͋͝ͅḁ̵͛̓͘ṿ̸̻͈̹̠̬̺̮̮͚̭̀̋́̅̋̽̈̌͝͠͝è̷̼͓̠̞̝̀ ̸͉̖̟̘̹̯̮͍͓͈̰̘̽̈́̿̾̍̌͘ţ̴̡͔͚͕̥̳̟̻̘̞͎͔̬̘̒̎̀h̷̡͖̲̦̀̃̽͘͝ẻ̶̡̻̞͕̞͙͒̂́͊͐̄͑̚͝ ̴̦͕̺̝͇͈͕͉̌́͆̔̔́̂̍̓̂̈́͘͝ͅs̶̛̺̥̰̀̃͐͗͊̕ͅi̸̢̨̢̝͓̹̘͖̤̺̱͒̋̏͜͜͜g̶̼̫̃̆͐̈̐̚̕n̸̳̖͉͕̦͚̼̹̲͍̅̒̿̈́͛̽̔̀͘͝a̵̟͔̜̙͍̼̭̥̤̱͉͋͑l̴̗̤͐̔̄͆ ̷̧̦̞͕͔̺̬̰̜͙͎͔͂̏̀́̎̈̀͘̕͝ͅr̵̛̛̜̗̝̻̍̊͌̄̿̅̈́̓̈́̓̚̕͝ą̶̨̼͚͙̬̣̰̍̀̔d̶̡͈͖͕͚̮͔̳̯̮̙͓̒̏̿̏̓̑͐̈́͗̇̍̉ǐ̶̡̧̯͉̩͎̝̩͕͔̱͇̤̿ų̷̹͉̺̭͕͉̗͍̻̺̣͉̻̀̉̅͋̊̆̈͜s̶̨̢̤̤̰̹̱̭͚̘͎̪̣̠̍̽̈́͐͂͊̓̂̈́̅͊̌̀͠ ̴̨͉͈̣͔͉͒̆́̾̎̈́͗͂ó̵̻̺̹̹̯̟̹̜̗̗̘̿̂̂̊̆͜ḟ̶̢̢͎̭̟̤͖͙̣͕͓͈̬̽́͗̓̊͗͛́̈̍̇̂͘͜͝ͅ ̴̨̛̛̯̬͕̅̿̆̌̐̊̓̽͊͠f̸̢͙͍̭̜͇̗͈̳̑̋͋̊̉̍̊ͅȍ̷̘̺͖̦̭̠͕̔̾́͗̇̔̓̈́͊̇͒̕͝͝ͅr̸̨̝̗̪̣̯̭̞̟̳͌͌̔̌͗̉̇̃̕͝ḙ̵̡̨̢̦̩̟̮͈͇͓̹̠̩͓̽̀̇̏̈́͂͋̇̎͗i̶̗̦͕͚̟̪̟̦̒̓g̸̢̢̡̛̪̬̲̞͔̎͗͑̇͛͆̓̾͒̿̃͝ͅn̶̨͇̤̺̟͇̞̤͖̞̗̿̉̅̾͑͝ͅ ̷̡͈͓̪̖̗͉͕͕̰͇̩̹͙̮̌̽͆̐͝A̵̡̯͕̰̣̻͕̥̲͊͑̓̎̆̀͝ͅb̷̢̨̰̯̜͖̼̞̲͓̽̒̑̉͊̇̆͠s̷͎̭̳̻̓͊͋̑̈́̈͑̍̅͊ȯ̵̙̝͖̳̟̺͙̽̈́̎͊̕l̶̛͉̖̤̳̻̟̘͓̎̀̀̔́͐͌̓̓́̄̎͜͜͜͝ͅȕ̶̡̖̺̳̣͖͕͍͋͛̽̕ţ̸̡̨̨̛̤̟̲̦̟̹̭̰̳̟̊̂̍̋͐̌͋͒͋̅͆̈́e̴̠̝̰͉̖̣͌̒͗̽̓͌̅̊̅̌́͘̕͝ ̵̢̢̟̝̻̼̙̭̩̮̼̳͕̊S̴̨̢̢̼̪̯̰̘̼͕͎̳̯̜̞̿͗̔̈́͗̑͛̈́̉̇͗̃̕̕͘o̴͉̹͓̦͙͆͒͊͌̓̀͋̀͐̇̉̿͌̐͋ļ̶̻̖̪̚͝ͅv̴̢̝̙̘̠̼̺̲̈̔̿̃͑e̷͚̯͓̞͚͔̣̱͛̊̈́̀̈́̽̌̿̃̐̓r̶̛͕͔͎̼̯̰̞̩̱̦͇̻͓̉͗͗̀̃͝͝ ̸̮̅͗̉͒̋̄͌̽̏͆H̴̡̧̛̛̺̹̣̩̭̠̱͙̬͕͒̈́͆̒̅̽͌̓̎̀̓̇o̶̢̞̟̗͓͚͍͎̥̫̍s̵̪̬̯̬̥̈́͆̐͒̄̽̚͠t̴̖̺͔̫͖̤̋̉͌̋̈̑͊̔͆̈͆̈́̕͘̕.̶̤̮̣̯͎̹͔̆̈́
Ṟ̴̦̩̞͍̟̌͋̒̋͂̄̓̔͜e̵̡̨̻̩̤̭̰̪̩̣͍̭̿͜͜t̸̡̛̘͎̦̲̤̮̜̣̺̍̓̓̃͆͋̂̈́̉͊̾͒̌͜͜͠u̶͙͍̟̹̹̾̋̆̀̋̑͆̋̍̍̾r̸̦͙͓͙̄̓̈̋́͋͗̍n̶̡̡̏͠ī̴̛̬̗̪̩̤̹͛̈͋͝͝ņ̷͔̣̙͈̠̞͔̲̻̩͙̠̈́̀͗͛̓̈́͋́̎͛̈́̕̕͘͝ͅg̵͕̬̗̈́͆͂̚͜ ̵̛͖̯̒̅̆͆͐͐̽̓́͌́͂̀͝S̵̹͋͐̊̍e̸̢̧̡̡̲̠̱͙̪͓̙̘̲͔͈͛̀͌͆̏̋̑̄͠͠ŕ̸̡̨̨͙̣̥͔̮̲̋͂̂i̴̞͙͈̣̣̣̖͕̤̥͇̬̻͉̾̃̓̏͘͝ǎ̴̻̠̏͋̈́̍̇͊l̵̬̄ ̶̟̰̥̣̑̌̆͂̂̋͂̓̍͝D̴̨̢̘͕̬̠̙̣̜̟̥̲̠̼͌̎̊̿̓͒̃͐͋̓̚̚͝ḛ̵̲̙̩̞͍͚̪̺̤̟̰͖̟̲̔͊̈̇̈́̓̀͘͝s̷͙̳̘̠̽̌̒͂͛̓̎̽͊͗̉̕̚͝į̶͕͚̰̝̹̳̼̙̳͔̀̋̐́̓̀̋̾̅̃̽̈́͜͝g̸̡̢̢͎̦̺̟̼͔͇͕̒̄̍͛͘n̶̼͓̹̞͙̙̟̼̝̠̩͖̜͊͂̈́̈́̊̉͝͠ͅͅa̴̯̪͓͔̠̪̥̝͙̺̤͓̜̍̿ͅt̷̖̊̏͘̚͝ȉ̴̦̩̩̞͓͎̬͋͂̂̑͝ͅo̷͎̬̩̦͎̫͖͔͇̫͍̻͈̩͘͠ͅn̸̞͔̤͈͚͎̲͖̑̐̽͆̌̕͝ ̵̨̢̡̟̖̩̺̠̣̝̪͕̐̇͗͊́͑̉̐͘̕͝N̸̯̗̣̋̀̄͜ͅ ̵̛̞̯̯͓̥͚̓̀̅̔̆̄̔͌͊͐̕͠͝t̷̪̭̼̜͙̲̰͎̭̔ö̴̧̗̠̣̗̣̰̟̞̰́ ̷̧̡̘͖̮̗̠̯̖̀į̸̦̖̳͓̳̣̳̭̠̪̣̱̅͆̈͝ͅń̶͖̬̹̥͍̭̾i̷̛̛̤͐̍̂̓͛͋t̸̡̧̨͎͚̻̗̖̹͛̍̀̿̃̾̈́́̋̎̈́̕͘i̴̡̟͖̮̤̯͇̹͈̮̼͕͎͊̆́̏̒͛͂͊͒̂̃̉͝ͅa̶̡̛̝̘͇̩̠̬̗̜͚̲̙̫̯̣̔͒̈́͗̒̒̑̐̈͠͝ļ̸̧̛̙̤̝̖͈͚̻̩̰̳͎͛̐͊͆̊̅͜ ̶͙͋̉̐̂̀̑͊̕s̵̲̞̘͖̲͙͎̗͂́̀̈̐͠͝ę̸̮͎̭̬̫̙̘̣̝͔̖̞̞̻͊t̷̨̞̼̪͍͎͖͆̄͌͒̽̾̎͒̕t̵̨̘̗̤̥̿͂̈́̈́̀̒͘͠͝i̶̡̨̭̭̙̻͍͕͕̮̳͓͓̗̐̈́͐̔͒̆̂̽̊̇͜͠n̶̛̬̽̊̃͐̌̌́͋̑͑̅͗̕͝g̷̨͈̔̔̿̔̓̽͆͝š̸͙͙̰̬̯͕̬̘̰̖̮̭̣̭̈́̀̒̍̾̎̍́̇̿̕̚ ̶̢̨̛͖̭̣̣̫͍̻̰͉̙͑͒̐͆̐̂̀̿̅̈́́́͘ṵ̵̢̤̥̬͉̩͙͉̘̪̈̾̆̉̌́̽̿́̂͆͑ñ̶̡̡̤̞͍̫̪̦̣͚̬͍͈̌̓̏́́̚͠͠t̸͉̥̠͉͔͇͓̙͔͊͜ͅị̷̟͎̠͉̲̈͜l̶̢̧̛̗͇͕̦̤̭̩̻̞͈̗͍̤̈́͊̃̆͊̃̑͊̿́̅ ̶̳̬̤̇̀̾̽̇̅͌ͅr̶̛̜̩͉̻̲̯̲̂̏̿̈́͐̓͋̉͛͋͠͝ę̸̧̨͇̫̲̋̔́͊͐̂͂ẗ̶̤̈̓̒̑̇̅̄̿̔̂̕͘ú̶͓̼̰͈̤̈́̽̿̈́̾̀̍͆̕͠͝͝r̷̯̠͉͙̻̙̦̈́̀̿̈́̑͊̔͛̾̚͘̚͜n̴̤͆̀ḙ̴̡̛̺̭̆̉ḋ̸͕̈́̀̒̽͋̈́͛͋ ̵̡̡͚̠͙̗̗̩̟͍̞̓̍̈̍̿͜ͅṫ̸̛̜̳͎̦̀̄̒̈́̀͋͐̂̚o̶̟̘̥̭̭̟͐̉̓̉̈́̚ ̴̛̬͚̈͑̏̈̑͂̆̎̔̇͊̿̕͝A̸̢̗̼̙͍̦̻̙̦͎͈͉͛̔̽̑̅̈́̒d̷͔̩̠̝̖̫̟̥̄̄́͊̀͜m̵̡͔̰̞̳̹̻͎̻̐̈́̆̉͒̇̊͆ͅi̵̺͒̇̈́̏͆́̈́͊̃̕n̴̜̭̳̭̿̀̍͜į̵͇͎̫̥̲͖̩̯̭̲͙̻͒̐s̶͖͍͖̭̩̜̰̮̳͓̫̔͊͐̓t̸̡͕̟̠͈̉͊̚͠͝ŗ̸̢͓̰̤̗͉̯̗͖̳͚͉́̔̑́̒͗͒͂̀̒̄̈́a̶̝͊̏̈͆̈́̈́̅̍̍̎͒͠t̴̢̞̹͎̘̜̳̹̪͎̑̂̒̎͊̔͒̉͗͜͝ó̵̪̹̜̣̲̬̣͙̈́͛͗̉̊̐̅͜͝r̷̢̧̮̲̤̟͓͖͔̥̦̼͑͂͌̅͐̅̆ͅ ̷̤̘̟͕̩̱̐̋̈͋̏̀͆͆̋̚C̶͇̤̪͆̾͌͘y̴̖͈̲͙̥̣̼̮̫̩̽̄̈́̔̒̈̋͐̏̕̕͝͝n̶͈͇̔͆̋͝.̷̨̛̜̟͇͙̩̆̋̅̓̄̉̋̓͋
.̷̢̹̜̝̬͚̰̓̓͐̋́̈́̿̆̇̈́̈́͠.̷̧̩̲̱̗̣̟̑̌̒̃̃̾̄͜.̶̢̬̬̲͕̫̰̹̖̓͐Ŗ̷̼̫̦̞̳̬̩̖̝̯̲̐̿̓̕͝ͅe̷̳̙̗̥̰̮̠͈̘͔̹̬͌̒́̒̒̽̐̈́̃̓̀̅̃͠t̷̮̬̀̈́̑̋͐͊̽̚ų̷̧̭̱̪̬̯͙͎͓̗̮̽͛͜r̷̻̺̮͖̯͍̱̝̰͔̝͍͔͒n̸̡͙̻̩̳̩̙͇͍̣̱͍̰̒̋̑̀̐̾͐̉͋͑̂ ̶̢̡̜͙̠̠̣̻̮̜̖͖̹̌̌̑̈́t̸͚̯͕͓͗͐ǫ̸̣̠̭̦̬̱̪̓̎͌͗̋̑͆̆̓̓ͅ ̷̡͇̘̞͍͓͙̙̤̻̋ͅí̴̡̧͖̗͈͔͚̬̯̞̟̟͆̂̃̑̐̏̿͘͝͝n̷̜̪̟͙̻̹͓͙̗̱̈́̑ͅi̶̻̳̯̜̞͓̹̯̎̽̀̋͛̀̽̐͒̎̔̃̕ͅt̵̗͕͉̘̙̗͔̫̫͚̙͇͕̼̫̔̀̅̓̊̏̓̎̃̇͐̚͘͠͝i̴̤̬̝̹̼̮̤̓̾̎̀́͌͑͑̃́͒͋͋̕͝ǎ̷̝̺̥̟̎́͠ļ̵̛̖̪̪̲̘̹͕̘̪̥̋̅̍̉̇͐̓͋̀̑̽́̚ͅͅ ̴̡̨̞͉͍͙̤̱͓̣̗̰͙̅́̇̽̽̇́̆̃̈̐͘̕̕͝s̶̨̡͚̜̜̯̦̰̭̈̀̎͗̈́̌̀̄̔̓͌́̃̒͜e̷̡̡̫͇̙̼̝͓̼̗̜͍̠̝͉͊͆͌̒̃̌̅̅͒͆̉͊̽͠t̶̳̬̟͚͍͗́̌̿̐͆̔͆͊̌͐̌̌̃̚t̸̢̡̝̠̦͛̐ͅĭ̶̟̩̻̌̒̾͛͋̈́n̶̩̪͕̜̼̻͋̈́̑͑͂̅͜g̷̗̯͓̳̠̿̍͑̐͑̎͑̎͗͛́̕s̴̨̱̙͕̭̹̲̪͖͎̦̱̗̞̿͐͐͝ ̸̡̡͈̰̪͎̼̺̱̫͖̠͕̪̊͑̌̈́̿͒ͅh̴̬͚̮̘̯̳̳͎̔͂͝a̸̞̔̊̾͑̑̃̀̀̃̒͒͒̈́͝͠v̷̧̧̮̜̠̫̙͍̙͖̞̥̼̿̓̊͑́́̅̿͠é̷̱͇̆̐̓͐̐̾͌̍̓̓͑͝ ̸̡̗̖̭̹̳̘͙̺͖̰͙̃͛̔̆͋̆̍͂̾͝b̴̛̩̓̍̅̈́̈́̀̍́͊̂̎͝ẻ̵͖͕̗̖̣̥̑̇͠ͅe̵̡͚͉͈̠̬̞͌̃n̴̨̠̯̤̑̀̄́̂͂̆͂̉͊͌̆̐̕͝ ̴͈̮̠͉̼̘̀̆̽́̈́͝͝ç̶̛̛̛͎̠͓̗̺̰͇̗̽͊̇̀̍͒͛̔͒́͝o̷̢͇̠̯̊̾͑̀ͅm̴̢̺̜̟̣͕͈͈̯̳̜̫̈́p̶̛̮̫̳̖͎̬̄̏̊̃̐͌ĺ̴̛͖̪̗͈̹̘̓̈́̽̐͐̉̆̄̕͝͝͠e̷̘̝̱̺͉̼͆͝ţ̴̼͍̝̩̘̥̞͛́̑e̷̪̞̜̙̜̘͙͍̪̋̎̆̚͘ͅͅ.̴̮̩̖̓̀̋
C̵̨̛͖̟̼̝̗̲̪̣̫̮̲̦̘̅̐̊́̍͜a̷̗̓̽͆̒̃̕̕ü̸̼̬̑͋̓͆̓͌̌̿̿͜t̴̡̨̰̤͍͎̳̮̭͕̮̞͙̝͐̓̏̄̽̔į̶̨̼͕͚͇͙̫̭̩͕͐̉͘ǫ̸̨̢͕̥͓̺͎̞͙̹̼͖̙̂̿͗̒̿̔̈̓ń̶̛̩̉͛̈̓̆̈́̅̽͝͝:̸̨̱̔̀ ̵̧̨͔̮̖͈͉͎̳̮̺͛̅̏̅͂̊͗̉̄͂͝6̷̯̳̣͎̇̽͆̈́́̆͆̓̍̀͘͝0̶̧̛̟̮̱̳̫̹̫̱̘̈̅̀͋̋̎̄͗̏̃̍%̴̡͓͇̠͈̺̪̬̳̲̜̦͋̏͛́̏̍͐͗̅͗͗̕͝ ̶̡̨̘̙͍̟̓͌̏̀́͋͒̆͌͘͝͝ò̵̰̈͗f̷̩͐̋̐̌̎̆̑̈́͌̈́͘ ̴͕́́̍͐̏̍̌̾͝b̶̡͙̮̑͊́̀̓́͋̃͛͊̐l̸͚̈̀̆͝ò̵̡̡͍̞̟̰͓͓̯̻͚̻̯̔̃̑̅̀͐͝c̶̡͖̩͓͙̰̖̞̦͍̹̹̏͋̌̈́̚k̸̘̘͚̣̭̪̖̈́̒̃̇͒̆̇͗͌̚e̵̢̯͔̩͓̦͍͚̐̅̔͆͠d̷͚̤͊͆̏͊͌̂͘͝ ̴̫͙̩̟͇̠̜̬̣̤͕̟͓̓̍̅͜å̵̱̟͔̣̖̼̮̀̐̽͆̓͗̔͛͐̓͆̑͒̚ņ̵̰̫̰̞͌̊̂͠d̷͔̙̪͕͙̳͓͎̜̙̝̉̋̃̍͌̀͆̓͠ ̸̡̬̮͖̬̻̱̫̏͒̆d̸͇͑͗͋ę̶̂l̵̨̧̢̬̦̱̫̘̦̺͙͔̐̅̋̍́̀̒̎͒͌͗̂ͅè̸̡͔̳̹̘̣͍̌̽̍́̊͒̈́͊͌̔͜t̶͍̻̻̥͕̒̌̓̓̀̏̂̐͋̎̐̃́͗ę̸͇̹͉̼̜̊̈̌͗̄̓̓̍̓̈́͆͆̀͘ͅd̴̺̹̩͓̀̊͂͋̚ ̸̢̳̺̠͖̗̥̳̤̦̐̽̈́̂̀̂͐̓͠m̵̥̲͓̫̠͐͑̉̑͐̈̽̊̍̃̅ẹ̸̆̅̈͘͘͠͠͠m̷̭̥̱̀̓̏͂͂̓͂̎́̀ǫ̸̧͉̗̪̞͎̀̒̒̑́͌͐̎̏̉̊̓͘͘r̴̡̰̠̹̟̘̪̘̙̪̣̓͒̉̇͆̽̅̈́̌̋̃͗̾ĭ̶̡̧̨̫̖͉͚̬̖̯ȩ̶̡͈͚͍͕̪̬̖̤̇̈́͘͜ŝ̷̥̬̓̃ ̷̱̭̺̙̜̝͍͛͌̐̋͒́͐̐h̸̨̡̲̣͖̮̫̩̜̟̤̗͊̃̒̌̃̆̐̿̄̌̈̚á̵͎̙͎̠͔͖̦̺̗̾̅͒͂̿̄̾͘͝͠v̷̨̯͎̰͎͖̭̼͙̜̬̼̙̝̇̂̐̕͝͝ȩ̵̗͍̜͖̑̈͌̇̓̕ͅ ̸̡̛̼̲̦͙͔͈̖̮͕͍͛̒̀̌̔̚͝ͅb̶̭̼̝̖̎͒̓̈̍͆̐̐͘̚͘͝e̸̡̤͇͈̎͒̉̈́͊̐̀͐̕̚ͅȩ̴̫͕̽̈́̈́͌̆̐͛̎̅̇́͐̐ņ̸̛̦͉̩̖͕̤̯̓͂̆̽̀͆͆͠ ̷̹͇̐́̒̌̐̇͐̓̎̒̏̇̚͝ͅr̶͈̙̟͉̜͔̈ȩ̶̤̳̞̹͕͍̬̲̗͉̍͌̂̽̈̐͑̕͘͜ŝ̶͈̖͖̫͎̼̜̲̩̙̙͋̉͊̂̅̂͆͒̎͆͝ͅt̷̨̝̬͍͋̉̎͛̈́̽͌̓̇͠͠ō̸̤̻̻̽̈̿̀͂̉͛r̵̡̡̮̫̝̦̜͎̟̤͕͖̳̿͆ͅe̴͚̓̍̐̽̈́̎̂̓̈̿͌̉̕͠d̴̢̛̲͖̯̻͙͕̩͉̭̰̑͆̆͋̃̊̀̏̆̓̇̉̿ ̴̠͇̑̈̆͊̋͒̈̇̈́͒̒̉̚̕͝w̴̨͈͔̼̙̙̞͓̦̖̻͊̿̓ḭ̶̧̥̟̘̘̤͈̲͓̆̿̽͌t̵͙͐ḫ̷̺͛̚į̸̨̢̬̼̖͔̦͇͉̽̽̈́͛̇n̷̯̰̗̲͈̪͓̰̓͛̿̅͆͌̏͐́͊̕͘̕͘ ̷͉͖̻́̔m̴̛̛̞̺̺͎͇̩̰̼̤̒̑͒̔̽̈́̓̄̕̚̚e̴͇͙̱͒m̶͎̭̌̾̋͂̌͊̔͗͘̚ǫ̴̢͇̳̥̙̹͖̭̝̪̝͋ŗ̶̛͓̹̱̗̜̪̠̟͇̜̝̿̇̆͆̂̃̇̌͋̓̂̈̆y̵̢͍̺̱̦̼̻̤̣̐̇̆̍̈́̏͛̄̐̔̕͜ ̴̧̧͉͓͎͓̩̟̭͔͂̈́̈̊̑̇̋̾͛̈ş̵̨̧̛͕̜̓͋̔͋̍̂̐̉̅́̚͘ẗ̴̢̧͓̰̣̙̩͉̼͖̯͙͉͈́̂͒̍̒̿̋́̉̋̈͊̌͝͠ơ̴̼̏́͆̊͒̔͘͝r̵͕̖̞͈͔͚̭̮̳̬͗̅̑̇̋͘͜͠a̷̢̫̟̦̞̩͔̮̯͍̳̭̘̘̙͛͌͂̊̀̇̈́͗̍̚͝g̴̢͕̗͉̪̣̦̟͖͇̜̙̬̞̎̆̆ȩ̴̧̦̣̞̩̞̞̙̖͑͐̈́͋͛̋͋̈́̊.̶̛͈̙̙̟̥͇̱̝̠̒͗̂̏͗̏͒̽̍̌̓͝
Ự̵̡̧̧̧͚͔̩͓͙̳̠͔͙̃̌̎̄͝p̵̺͖̩͍̥͈̜̪̮̀̀̄̆̓̀d̷̲̄̐̋́̍͆̃̓̅̀̽͝ǎ̴̛̜̪̟͚̘̗̝̜̳̦̳̙̘̓̌͛̓̃͆͐̆̿̐̅̀̕t̵͖̐̀̈́̿̓̆̈́͐̾e̴̡̩̱̝̼̹͎̼̝͈͓̟̬̖̳̎͛̊̇́̊͊͗̈͝s̴̨̛͎͙̬̘̝̯͓͚̞̼͎͔̊̐̍̅̅͌̕ ̶̧̬̤͈̫̘̼̙̯͖̊͛̀͒̔̈́̕ͅt̷̛̯̓͛̐̑̈́̏̒͌̈́o̶̮̩̱̼̲̳̬͎͒̔̆́͋͑͜͝ ̷̣͖̲͇͍̪̮̝̞̹̲̪̪͋̆t̵̡͖̰̘̰̦̲̠̘̳͍̬̫͔̾͒̊̂̃ḧ̸̰̟͚̤͙̟͍́͘̕͜͜e̴̢̛̙̤͙͇̫̜͖̯̮͖͗̇̀̊̒̽̊̈́́͘͜ͅ ̵̢̢̗̞͙̲̗͚͎͎͈̈́͛̐̐̑͒́̂̈́͛͊̅́̅͝s̵̨̛̼̰͕̜̯͙̩̮̀͗̕ṭ̸̡̢̡̧̮̪̗͎͙̺͈͒̂̔͜a̴̢̨̝̱͌̔͋͑̎͘ẗ̴̡̻̮́ȩ̴͓͖̩͚͕̩̑͑͆͛̽ ̷̢̥̣̝̱͎̻̲̠̾̋̾̕͝ỏ̶͇̫͇̜͜f̸̢̞̲͚͎͍̩̲̲̼͈̠̩̻͆̃͆̉͌̽̑̔̄̐͘ͅ ̶̦̹̟̈́͐͐̊̐̊̋̕͝Ṡ̸̖͎̰͘e̵̤̫̊̏͗͑̈͒͂̈͆̑̋̐̕r̵̥̯̈́̀̅͊͝i̴̬͖̲͓͉̘̺͆̎͛̿̀̽̓̋̃̚̕͜͝ạ̶̡̺̮̠̱̦̬͊̐̅̔̓̚͜͝ļ̷̧̢̡̢̗̗̠̱̘͍̣̄͌͊̈́̔̽͜͠ ̸̡̨̟͙̜̪̘̪͙̲̘̌̒̍̈͒̔͜Ḑ̸̡̡͈̝̝̣̻͓͙͓̙̈̔̈́̏͒͝ȩ̷̭̹͈̰͆̊̅̌͂̕s̸̮̙̮͓̩͛͗̾̄͊͝ì̶̡̞͉͉̀̈́g̸̨̧͚̖̻̭͕̙̩̱̣̪̝͇͛̉̒͂̽͗̆̚͝ņ̷͕̗̼̭͕̟̗̺̥͖̠̂͐͌͌̃͗͑̈́̏̇͋̕͜à̷̧̡̨̢̪̣̳͚̜̪̻͉̑̾͛̅͌̂͜͝ͅţ̴̢̛͚̼̀i̶̜͚͚̤͈͊̍̀͑̋̄o̴̟̻̻̣͇͉̞̠̽̋̓̍̑̆̏͛̆̍̑͝ň̷̥͈̺̼̜͓ ̵̢͔̻̘͙̳̓̈́̒̐͌N̶̡͓̣̂̌̉͊'̶̧̛̓̾̀̉̆́̋̆̔̽̒͘͝s̶̡̢͇̘͍̪̩͈̹̀̊͗͗́̆̅̎͒̏́̍̂̚ ̷̱̹̠̝͙͓͓̰̇̔̾̈́͝s̸̱̙̳͚̪̩̖̐̿̈́̽̓̅̿̾̊͒̚̕͘͘͝ṱ̸̨̪̗͓̆̃̈̂̾̄̀͗́͊̀͝ą̵͓͚̺̠͎͚̖͋̋̈̇͒̅͌̔̏̚͝ṯ̵̢̡̯̠̙̲͉̼̑̽̑̑̓̐͛͐̍̍̄͜͜͝͝u̷̧͇̥̣̻͖̞̟̎̈́̒̃s̷̮̣̟̘̱͙͎̬̲͓̳̹̓̿͘͜͜ ̶̡̧͍͙̺̬̣͕͙͓̼̭̙̈́̓͊̀̎̍͐̉̕s̸͎͖̩̱͇͉̖̺̜͍͍̆͐̀ͅh̶̛̩͚͊̑̍͒̈̕͝͠ͅą̵̠̱̮̹͔̼͈̱̖̙̦͌̈́̎̑̑̇ĺ̵͍̪̼͎̎̍̒̈́̈́̔͝͝l̶̨̬͈̪͚̥̑̈͌͒̊̋̒͛ ̷̘̎̒̽̉̈́̎̓͂̀͝b̵̡̢̺͖̳̝̠̳͎̭̖̆̆̓͒̀̆͝͠e̴̯͊̈́̈̏͒͗̀͑͌̓͌̉ ̷̡̠̖̠̗̩̥̺̂͒̏̆g̴̯͚͕̰͍̲̻̘̣̙̾͒i̴̮̼̣͖̫̻̯͘͜v̴̭̖̫͓͆̽̔̈́̎̍́͂̕͝͝ẽ̸̯̭̬̖͉̟̬̻̹̠̖͉͔̜́̉̍̏̍̏͌́̌̚̕͠ͅn̵͚̣͖͇̟̫͎̙͌̿̽̑̈̿͠ ̶̨̗̬͊̓̍͛̍ũ̴̡̧̧͖͔̩̯̯̰͖̯̬̼͍̘̍̓͂̋̑͐̄̈́̌̓͛̕͘͝n̵͕̮̖͈̖͙̾̌͝t̴̨̝̝̙̰̩̣͇̯͖͉̋̽̐͛̌̌̋̈́̽̽̿̍̾͆̍ḯ̴̧̡͕̱͕̣̣͍̹̏͑̈́̃͌l̷̡̢͙̰̗͔͐̉̐̍̓̈̂ ̴̞̫́̀͛̎̿́̌͆̍͂̋̊͘̚͘s̷̡̨̱͈̱̹͙͕̓̉͜i̵̪̝̰͈̱̞͎͇̘̖̼̱͋̀͋̇͠͝ͅt̷̬͇͉̣̣̳͉̭̗̗̙͌͘u̶̩͎̩̺̥͕̹̱̦͎̎͐̑͆̅͂͝ḁ̶̾́̏͆͛͌̋̍͑͛̿̏̽͝͝ẗ̷͇̬̜̖͓̲̟̪̥̳̝̖̣͉̱́́̄͘͠ĭ̷̡̡̢͍͇̠̯̳̬̠̩͇͖̲̈́́͗̈́̍̕͠ͅô̴̡̖͎͕͕̩̱̻̼͍͈̜̔n̵̫̘͚͋̅̄̈́̔̈́̀̇͐͘̕ ̵̡̢̭̰͖̳̯̻͎̗͉̺͕̓̾̆̓̽̑͊͘͝ͅi̴͈̘͕͕̙͇͎̘̜͔͍̟̬̚ş̵̻͕̻͎̣͎͎͒̒̓͊̾́͑̋͗͂͒̄́ ̸͖̰̻͔̌̅̾̋̉̃̌̐̌̑̅̉̈́̇̕r̵̟͙͚͓̩͎͎̫̺̰̺̙̼͐̃͒̍̐̈́̿͊̒́̉̚ͅe̴̛̖̤̖̼̞͓̮̽́̽͛́̀̕͝ś̵͙͂̓̑̄̋͌̑̋̓̄͒́͝o̶͔̼̦̖͌̑͋l̷̻̍̽̈̄͗̀̑̊̏͊̈́̂͝ͅv̴͔̑̒̍̕ḛ̶̤̦̱̭̺͚̆͂́̀̾̓̽͋̚͘͠d̵̛̤̣̰̖̘̬͙͚͗̄͒̽̓̀͐̃͘̚͜͜.̸̗̩̻̳̘̭͍̪̀͑͐͋̒̓̔̅͜͝
H̵͇̤͆̔̒̐̀̀͗̆̋͘á̵͇́̾̉̋͑̃́̕͝v̶̧̧̡̨͔͕̪̭̪̭́̈́̒̈́̾̇̑̃ę̵̨̺̜̹̰͖̣̱̫̾̽̾̋̒̾̽̒̈ ̸̧̟̣̼̤͚͔̖̮̬̦͍͙̦̒̑͐̊̒̀̍̍̎͒͜͝a̵̢͇̖̐̌ ̵̨͖̫͎̅́ģ̴̡̧̦̗͎̮̟̜̰͖͔̀̕õ̷̞͚̫͍̻̮̺̗͊͂̀̏̌́̐͒͜͝ͅo̴̡͇̭̥̘͕̎̒̾̏̓̄̿̐̋̂͠d̸̢̦̝͖̝̗͐́̄̈́̃̅̃͑̕̕͝ ̸̨͖̖̺͖̺̰̭͎̼̻͎͕̗̲̔͗͂̒͛̚n̸͉̣̩͂́̈́͒̈́̽͠i̸͎͚̟͍̐̓́̆͂̑̏͗̉͘g̴̥̟̩̫̈́͌̄͆̌̉̔͂͋̀͠h̵̨̰̥̪̳̳̗̹̺͛̈͐͋͌͐͜t̷̤̦̫̱̔̔̓̊̎͂̾,̴̢̦̬͔͓̫̟̲̩̼̭̦͓͈͂͛͜ ̷̧̖̦͖̝̭̱̳͙̭̯̣͙͗͗̌̑̉̀̓̄͝͝ͅS̸̼͔͓̗̳̍̈́͑͋̀̂̑̅e̷̢̫̯̮͙͈͕̹̩̐͑̈̓͑̃̆ṟ̸̢̨̱̘̟̯̪̜͇̮̥̠̈̑̀͂̀͂͋̽̂ȋ̶̢̨̨̤͈̟̬̖̞̦̺̬̱̟̱́ȧ̶̡͖͕̪̋͆́̊̅̇̃̀̒̾̽l̸̝͈̞͚̖͉̣̘̦̥̝̦̉͜ ̴̧̠̣͚̯̰̮̬͉̼̝̾͜D̷̝̦͉̖͇̳̳̂̀̆̚ͅę̵̡̛͈͚͖̦̹̈̽̅̏̑́̊́͑͝s̸̡̡̺̮̦͎̬̬̽̒̊͗͑̈̈́̈͐̌͆̋̓͘̚į̶̢̛̛̣̬͍̭̼̯͚̲̥̟̳̠̈͋̉̊̈̍͋̚͝g̷͚̰̜̭̪̣̾̾̋̔̓̾͠n̶̛͍̤̪̭͕͉̩͇̖̫̳̥̮͚̖̾́̏́̃̏͋̾̾̒̎̎̕a̵̢̢̛̯̩̪̫̞̱͍̻̞͎̋͗̚t̵̡̤̩̼͇̺̦̖̘̤͍͙̞̯̀͂̃̌̃̀͗͆̓̚̕i̴̹̬̰̾̀͌ó̸̮̠͉̙̥̀̽̊̂̉̆̈́̾͐̚̕̚n̶̨͈̟̪̬̣̻̞͝ͅͅ ̵̦̌͘͝N̸̡̛͚͑̈́͋̏̌͊͌̋̓͑̃͑.̷̺̱̣̮͍̫͎̣̪͈̞͔̗̫̾̌͒̿̇̀̓͐͆̏̕͝͝
“…Oh Robo-God….” Serial Designation N said, and he did not care for the screech of ‘THEY CAN TALK!?’ from the toa-WORKER! From the Worker in front of him!
“I… I was a Worker Drone like them, a-and Tessa! What happened to Tessa!? D-Did I eat Cyn…? W-What on Earth and Copper 9 happened to V, wh-why is J s-so much worse now a-and…!” N began to speak out loud, trying to make noise for himself to calm down and sort through the mess of memories that hit him literal wave of puppies and dogs dropped onto him.
But instead of it being accompanied by the sensation of being liked or nuzzled by the cuddly and adorable animals that N always believed it would be and still does believe, it was like they were trying bite into and tear him apart. And his speaking out loud was not helping in grounding him back into reality.
Collapsing onto his knees, N began to take in breaths and force air into lungs that did not exist to calm himself down, and had he possessed the appropriate organs that were within a human body, he suspected that he’d be vomiting even worse than Tessa did when she got sick on that one occasion Louisa and James had given her a birthday cake, only for it to be expired by nearly a week and Louisa slapped Tessa hard enough to send the girl spinning and vomit out everything within her stomach.
“Why… why did this happen to us…!” N said, pulling himself into a fetal position as holographic tears slipped downwards from his holographic eyes.
“…Um… Sky Demon, the Robo-Hell is going on right now?”
Looking upwards at the Worker also wielding and able to use the Absolute Solver, N merely stared at her for a solid minute or two with hollowed holographic eyes before chuckling weakly to himself.
The fact that she had raised up about 10 broken cars into the air didn’t scare him. In fact, he didn’t know if he wanted her to slam them all on top of him at once and create an explosion that will reduce him to scrap.
And if Nori was allowed to be honest with only herself for a moment… the hollowed eyes and weak chuckle actually disturbed her almost as much as the memories of her body being puppeteered by the Absolute Solver. Something about this Sky Demon acting this way… it just didn’t feel right and not even in a satisfying way.
“I… I think I finally remember. At least more than before.” N answered her honestly, and he still witnessed the surprise on the Worker’s face at him talking, though she did not halt her control over the Solver and was still clearly ready to throw those remains of cars down at him at any moment.
“…What do you mean by remember? Besides what you already said when you were imitating a panic attack.” The female Drone asked him, to which N couldn’t help but feel his Core move about in a chest that made a pitiful sound without his voice box being used.
“M-Me being a Worker Drones… all of us being Workers…. Or at least, we were….”
Hearing that confession, Nori’s own holographic eyes hollowed out in shock, and she began to lower down and let go of the battered cars that she was holding with her Solver.
She didn’t want to take the Sky Demon at its word. It was stupid to do so when it tried to kill her only moments ago, especially when she has experienced so many visions because of the Absolute Solver about the sheer horror even one of these things could bring to the planet and seen the mutilated metallic corpses they left behind.
Hell, even from this spot, she could vaguely see the literal tower of corpses they have been making in the distance!
And yet… the look in this one’s eyes were way too familiar for Nori to ignore.
They were way too similar to what her own once looked like.
“…Ugh, I’m about to do something stupid aren’t I?” Nori groaned out as she facepalmed, already knowing that Khan and Yeva were probably going to literally blue screen and go through a soft reboot at what she’s about to do. “Alright Sky Demon, what’s your name?”
“O-Oh! I’m Ser….” The Sky Demon said, clearly surprised at being addressed before going to answer and then stopping himself. “…N. It’s just N.”
“Just a single letter?” Nori thought to herself before shaking her head and pointing at the bag that lay almost forgotten in the snow next to N. “Mind passing that over to me?”
Hearing the request and looking at where Nori was pointing, N nodded before grabbing and stepped forward to give it, but stopped when he saw how the female Worker tensed at his approach.
“Ah… right. Makes sense you aren’t comfortable with me right now.” N said uneasily, mentally berating himself a little for thinking the Drone in front of him would actually be comfortable with him getting any closer than absolutely needed. From there though, Nori kept her eye on him for a good minute before using her Solver to grab the bag and pull it to herself, having to hold it with one of her arms since the straps were gone after N tore the bag off of her.
“Thanks. Now come on, we’re getting to my colony.”
Hearing that, N stood up straight in shock and began to stutter. “I-Is that a s-smart idea? I-I mean, I p-prefer being around y-you since wh-what you did helped give me back s-some memories and I h-haven’t hurt many w-workers comp-compared to V or J, but….”
“Honestly, I don’t trust you pal.” Nori stated bluntly, watching as N flinched at the brutal yet truthful statement. “The only reason why I’m letting you near anyone right now, is because I’m desperate for answers and unlike your pal I ran into before, you can talk so I can interrogate you.”
“…How can I show I don’t want to hurt anyone? And for you to be near so… so I don’t forget again” N asked her, and Nori had to groan a little as despite all of her angst and tough exterior, she was feeling her sympathy systems acting up like they often did back during the humans’ experimentation.
“Ugh, Bite me my bleeding core! I’m going to end up adopting the Sky Demon as a little brother somehow, aren’t I?”
“I don’t know, just tear off your arms or so-WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Nori tried saying dismissively, only to help in shock as she saw the Sky Demon raise both of his arms up to his mouth, bite down on them and tore the mechanical limbs off from around the forearm area and beyond.
“U-Um, you said tearing off my arms will help show I don’t want to hurt anyone….” N answered, and Robo-God he looked like a kicked puppy at the sound of Nori’s yell, especially when he began to make himself look smaller despite the fact he towered over her without trying to only moments ago.
Also, yes, Nori knew what a kicked puppy actually looked like. One of the sick scientists legit kicked a puppy in front of plenty of Drones to try and get a reaction back during the tests to see if emotions trigger the activation of the Solver. And Nori did not like how the Sky Demon didn’t hesitate to mutilate itself that quickly and willingly, as if it was normal.
…Great, she was already worried for the Sky Demon. She can already picture Khan and Yeva searching her systems for any and all viruses that they could think of for this.
“Ugh, let’s just get going already.” Nori groaned before the began to continue her journey back to the colony, with a Sky Demon shyly yet also desperately trailing behind her, his severed arms lay forgotten on the ground and oil spilling out of the mechanical stumps until N’s arms regenerated a little, using enough stored material to close the stumps to stop the bleeding yet not replace the left behind limbs.
And unknown to the travelling pair… there was far more chaos than either could expect in store for them both.