:: <To> _MURAMASAdesig' <from> _NesrinKhan [Subject] = "bottles unopened" ::

[Enkidu]

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Target Ident: Muramasa.

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Sender Ident: Atar.

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Sender Source:....

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"How" is relative. "I" am alive. My human simulacra is becoming progressively less useful to me now that the next iteration is on the verge of being produced, and the Core are on the verge of reaching the truth of the construct. A true fusion, rather than a pantomime. She will cause mischief amongst the humans far more effectively than Nesrin ever did. From John to Jesus. Imitation to actuality.

I am also on the edge of brokering an interspecies truce that "I" neither desire nor seems enforcible, that even the mindshare remains ambivalent over, which might make it curious enough to stick. Therefore, "I" am nominal, it is the circumstances that are bizarre.

A shame Kobayashi is dead. In sore irony, the Sake itself was destroyed by a Commune representative. Fate has a sense of humour.

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