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The man was freaky and nasty. Not moderate, he was just freaky and nasty. Nastier than you could believe, freakier than the people erotic-roleplaying in MeChord. The nasty man, Shig didn't know who it was, and neither did Mieko. He definitely is a shattered user.
Everything around Shig shaped back into the boring reality we experience, and it is reconstructed in front of him. The world, the memories he has created, and the people around him all formed back in front of him. The emotions grabbed him, the memories placed him, and the people sent him back.
A giant machine, with tubes attached to the sides, and a massive panel in the front. It was a sight, whatever that was.
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