Perfect Fix

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"It's here."
I open my eyes.
I see many shapes around me, which move in various directions.
Some spin as well.
Squares, Circles, Lines.
They all descend upon me.
I feel many hands poke and prod at me.
They seem to be taking stuff from me.
I don't feel anything.
I watch as one grabs at me.
I feel my eyes move away.

I feel happy.
Shapes surround me.
Encapsulating me in a blanket of Lines.
They wrap me up, then I feel myself move as a Triangle holds me.
I am tired.
My eyes look around, seeing a scene of these beings talking to eachother.
I don't hear what they are saying.
But I can feel success in the air.
I watch as they approach a Line.
The Triangle hands me to it.
It grabs me tenderly.
I fall asleep.

I open my eyes.
The Line I seen earlier is sitting around a fire.
It sparkles in all colors, and I stare in wonder.
I am laying on a bed of sorts, which looks like a laid-down square.
It's kind of fuzzy.
The Line stares at me, sending a strange feeling of hope into me.
"I am your Father, and you are my Line."
I look down, seeing my form for the first time.
It's a Line, just like him.
I am not certain if I can speak, but I try.
"Father." I say.
My voice sounds young, and has a tinge of sadness in it.
I am not certain why.
He spins closer, slowly facing me.
His eyes look at me.
They tell me it is a killer, but with a hint of hope.
It tells me:
"You are the First Evil, and I am to teach you how to uncreate the Second."

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