Marcy.
I'm writing you this, while I still can, because tomorrow morning I may well not be able to.
I know you've told me to stop using it, but you, none of us would be alive right now if I didn't use it in the past, and there's no way tomorrow will be any safer for us, not while the monsters are still out there.
So, tomorrow, I might be a little dumber, a little less me, a little more like them. And eventually, a lot like them.
And when that happens, just accept it, rather than use the device.
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