It's over, isn't it..

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Its late now.
When they walk into the precinct tomorrow morning, they will find me here, sitting in the same seat I always sit in, with my terminal open and ready to go.

I will be dead.

At this moment, I am uploading all of these logs to the terminal, to the official DPD evidence sight.
I want them all to see what happened.

Why I did this, what happened to me.

It was dangerous for them to do what they've done.
No one knows what is happening to someone beneath the surface, but they still chose to treat me like garbage.
They thought I was emotionless. It wouldn't bother me, right?

Wrong.
I wish I was still just a machine.

I need to make sure I will never be able to come back.

Stabbing a pencil through my CPU, and shattering my thirium pump should work.

I can't do this without clearing my mind.

Tina Chen and Chris Miller. You two were my first and only friends. I miss talking to you guys.

Captain Fowler. I always tried so hard to show you I was worthy. I don't think I succeeded.

Gavin Reed. You are an asshole, yet I always tried to please you. I hope you're fucking ashamed of yourself.

I̴ ̵k̸i̴l̶l̸e̸d̸ ̵h̷i̷m̶.̸ ̴Y̴o̶u̸ ̵k̴n̴o̷w̸ ̴w̶h̵o̶ ̷I̶'̶m̶ ̷t̵a̸l̶k̵i̴n̷g̴ ̷a̶b̸o̵u̸t̵.̸ ̵I̵ ̴r̸e̸f̷u̵s̵e̴ ̵t̶o̷ ̸s̷a̸y̸ ̶h̴i̵s̷ ̴n̸a̸m̵e̵.̴ ̸.

Ę̴̳̥́̆̚v̶̛̯̒ë̸̯̮̳́̾n̶̤̠̐̈́͌ͅ ̷̗͍̳͝á̵̛̯̠͙͠f̴̡͈̅t̷̙͒ḙ̵̞͝ȓ̷̻̖̱̆̕ ̶̳̒̒ḛ̸̫̘̊̈́ṽ̵̰͗̌ë̷̗̝͖́r̶͙͎̍y̸̲̲͋̊t̷̺̘͚̋̆ḩ̶̰͂͊͂ï̸̹ň̷͔g̵̞̱͘,̷̲́̊ ̸̗̭̗̽͑Ḯ̴̜̖̺̽̿ ̷̹͖͠s̷̙̕t̵͉̔͒͒ḯ̵̱͓l̶̘͛̌l̸̙̬̠̍ ̷̡̹̕͜ľ̷̡̮̗̄̈o̵̧͍͠ͅv̶̤̇̀͠e̴͎̯͎͌͂͋ ̶̟̳̝̓̈́y̸̱̌̈͠ō̸͖̇ų̸̥̏̐͝ ̵̺̰̥̑̂̂H̴̝̻̘̄a̶̢̢͛͜n̴̪̉́ḱ̶̹.̴̰͖͉̐̌͊ ̸̨͔͒͜.

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