I've been narrating this whole story for you, yet you still do not know who I am.
Who am I?
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I cannot tell you...but I can give you a hint.
I have spoken my name to you at least once.
In the next section you will get an answer. But not to my question. And it will be a great disappointment, but not as disappointing as the answer to my question.
Oh, come on. Can you at least guess my gender?
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Feathers That Won't Fly
MaceraThere is only one perceptor left in human existence; only one left who can stop the genocide of the human race. The race of competition is the arch-human race; the human race of higher rank. But how could God wish the genocide of his "subordinate" c...
