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E X I T Gift of Love D O O R

N O T   F O R   C O N T E S T   -   G I S T   V E R I F I E D
Since, 'The Dawn of Recognition,' and, 'The Age of Consequence,' the efforts faced are the final solution, this, 'The Period of Perpetual Purpose.'

It is the time for new beginnings. It is the time for new knowledge. It is the time for new issues,verses, chapters, episodes, and other novelties. It is the theological reason to be. (A toleration ...) It is a logical purpose for beings to be ..., [Outside The Filteration Complex]

At this unique juncture of the youngling's lifetime...," This is the hour that purposed their inceptions. Spatial proximities has been, and always will be, ... an issue with our kind. What was once called, 'The Final Solution,' is now ...

"WELCOME, to, 'The Final Examination.'"

What eeked and flowed from under, 'The Aftermath,' from the untold masses that are now forever, nevermore. The outworlders saw a purpose for our kind to be. That occupies them--fully. They have yet to fanthom the reason.

"Your test and trials will commence shortly." "They're here!" "I see." "We were in the process...," ... "We are afforded our rights ... my dear?" "An endearment ... humans." "Naturally, human?" "Go get him." "Many have not approved this restructuring. "Good bye ... do not dwell on this exam. "All the contestants follow me!" "Love you, folks," "Sh ... don't talk."

[Some time passes ...]
Where's is he?

Ah, yes, your son? You'll be happy to know that your son passed with flying colors. [A man holds up a collapsing woman] You must be so proud of him. He accomplished his trials without error. We've never seen such ratings, such a rarity, we're surprised by your -- presence, surely you've must have known. Of course, the government will alleviate your tax obligations for the next ten years. We do hope that your next endeavors will be ... let's say, more ideally expected from your next prospect. Do enjoy your future, now that we've been assured of ours, once again!

"WHy?!" "He spoke to us in our dreams ... he wanted to live ... just to be." "We loved him first, ... then we let him be free!"

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