February 30, 3290. From x→y
“ . I love you, and nothing can change that. It’s been 12 years, and I’m sick of flailing around in the darkness. I’ve had my Cognician friends help me develop a little something in secret.
If you join me, we’ll abstract, slowly fading away from corporeal existence until we transcend into the realm of ideas, where we can finally be together, for ever. I love you.”
Reply:
“I’m with you. Let’s do it. The world’s going to hell, anyway. There’s no more hope for either of us in here. Meet me in the wired.”
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