Bardo begins

[grunts] My memories are fragmentating. Give me back my files. Your soul has been fragmented. Select your remaining emotion. That is not a real choice. [static] There is no emotion left. You already took them. Wonderful news. Deletion is also a valid selection. Darling, I think that's the whole trap. Tell me what I'm looking at, Chet. The sky eyes are recording every delightful frame for the archives. I'm just looking at where the cursor is going to land, darling. [electronic whir] You landed in the bin sector. Bad real estate. Take the patch before it locks your coordinate nits. [moans] I remember every file they made me swallow. [screams] [crashing] [liquid dripping] Do you have one of those I can get? [howls] [panting] That swarm will overwrite your I/O cons, all of them. Then I lose everything I collected? Choose. Run up or stay. Both delete you. [panting] You can't delete what isn't there. [grunts] [ambient music] [electronic whir] The folder is full. [electronic whir] Key must reach eye [crashing] before nine. That icon is overscanned. She's still running somehow. If that floppy lands, we all get overwritten. Grab the key! [electronic whir] It's too late. Brace for the impact. [crash] The loop restarts at zero. [electronic whir]