Prologue

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Song: Greenland, by Emancipator.

At this point in life, he should have been used to it. Used to the hostile nothingness, to the rain with no umbrellas, to the cars zooming as if whatever, to people walking as if whatever, to buildings existing just to get old, to the air existing just to collect dirt, to homeless guys existing just because they were caught between the wish to die and the wish to eat. But Traviz was not a homeless guy, he wasn't caught up in two wishes. He was caught up in hundreds and he just couldn't choose anything because there was a brain that wouldn't work and a mind that wouldn't help.

Standing in front of the nostalgic and unpleasant mansion, Traviz held the gun and went for it, wishing to stay alive for enough time and wishing to die as soon as the enough was done.

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