The Soul Patch

[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 sound] 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's going to land, darling. You landed in the bin sector. Bad real estate. Take the patch before it locks your coordinate nets. [moans] I remember every file they made me swallow. [moans] [crashing] 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] The folder is full. [beeping] Key must reach eye [crashing] before nine. That icon is over-scanned. She's still running somehow. If that floppy lands, we all get overwritten. Grab the key. [stretching] [beeping] It's too late. Brace for the impact. [crash] The loop restarts at zero. Deletion is not an end. It is optimization complete. Let the strongest soul feed the void. The path has always been inside the moo. [explosion]