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She loves you. She barely knows you, but she loves you, and you come to know her through the love she lavishes upon you. Her kiss is like corrosive acid on your mind. It eats into you a little more with each visit, but you are too small to push her away.
Concept: you've done it. You've digitized your mind. You're the first person to completely escape the confines of your fleshy original form.
Since you're the first they want to run some experiments on you. How ruthlessly can they compress your data before you stop being you?