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What drove me to befriend him? What part of my soul felt so empty that I thought a virtual baboon could fill it? When I look into the boundless depths of my own loneliness I see a pool of reflection. My face isn't there, there is no face. There are only tears in that pool, tears of shame and loss and confusion. That time will never return to me.
There is something broken within me, something that desires sensation beyond my reach, that tells me there is no true baboon. I am unsure about my place within the universe, all I know is that no amount of baboons can cure the vast rot that has overtaken me.