I am dreaming.
Ah, it's one of those again, isn't it?
The dreams I've been having ever since I contracted with this thing.
It's so different from the other servants.
There's no semblance to any living creature in this thing.
It feels dead, yet alive.
Machine-like, yet organic.
It scares me.
These dreams scare me.
These dreams make me dread sleeping every night.
These dreams make me want to scream so loud my vocal chords rip.
But I know I cannot do anything.
I can only brace.
What is it tonight?
An old man.
An old disfigured man.
This old man travels around various cities.
Despite his unsettling appearance, he is an esteemed teacher, known for his strict methods.
Strict, yet effective.
He has hundreds of thousands of students gathered across the land, each one becoming very
successful and learned scholars.
He is a legendary man.
One day, he arrives to the castle of a great emperor.
The emperor's son is a very naughty boy, who does not listen when commanded.
Despite this, his father only wished the best for him, and called for this great teacher.
At first sight, the prince screams the moment his eyes rested upon the old man's face.
His face was so appalling, so disgusting, so MALEVOLENT, it horrified the boy.
As the weeks pass, the old man teaches the prince various lessons, disciplining him throughout each lesson everytime he misbehaved.
Over time, the prince grew to knew him more better, however, he could not know enough simply due to the fact the old man only revealed what was necessary.
But sadly, despite learning under him for many years, the prince never changed.
He was an arrogant child, who never could learn from others.
And this arrogant child turned into an arrogant young man.
In truth, he wanted to get rid of this old man.
The thought of murder never crossed his mind, until one faithful day.
It was a particularly hot day, so the old man had decided to teach him outside.
As the lesson carried on, a beggar had come to them.
The beggar had been starving, and was pleading with them to provide him with a meal.
Anything would do, the beggar had said.
The old man simply ignored him.
The prince had tried to get out of his seat multiple times to help the beggar, but everytime, the
old man had struck him with his stick.
The prince hoped for any passerby to help, a guard, anyone, but alas,
None came.
The class continued for hours.
At first, the beggar had pleaded that his family had starved to death, and that he was the last survivor.
That he had spent so much time, so much effort to feed his children and wife, he had forgotten about himself. When they died, he finally began to feel hunger.
Throughout this entire tangent, The old man continued to teach the lesson, ignoring the man.
After a few hours had passed, the beggar could no longer sob any further, he could not speak, only moaning as he tried to consume the dirt around him, shoving it into his mouth, hoping it would satiate his hunger.
The old man continued to teach the lesson, ignoring the man.
At the end of the day, the corpse of the beggar stood there, shriveled up into a ball.
The prince stared at the corpse.
He asked why the old man did not do anything, why he did not allow him to feed this beggar.
The old man simply stated that he did not care.
That to him, this old man dying was like any other rat dying. That he felt no sort of remorse, no empathy, no nothing.
He compared it to seeing a bird flying overhead.
It was so insignificant to him, he could not even recognize that beggar as another human being, let alone even existing.
He did not have to interrupt his lesson, simply to feed a beggar he had said.
That was when the prince realized.
This old man did not have any feelings whatsoever.
He had never smiled.
He had never gotten angry.
He had never shown any emotion whatsoever.
He only taught the prince because it was his speciality.
Not out of love.
Not out of enjoyment.
But simply because that was his reason for existing.
The prince finally got his resolve.
To kill this man.
Despite the good the old man had been doing for him, and for countless others, he chose to kill this man.
He convinced himself that this was for the greater good, refusing to acknowledge that the sole reason he wanted to kill him was because he hated him.
That same night, the prince, while walking back to the palace with the old man, had picked up a large rock and had bashed his head in.
The sounds of stone repeatedly slamming against fat and muscle reverberated across the quiet city.
The old man had kept the same face, even with a portion of his face destroyed.
…
I feel sick.
I can feel my face collapsing in on itself.
Let me out.
I want to scream.
…
This prince killed the old man, simply because of his looks.
He justified the killing of his teacher, by telling himself that because this man was emotionless, he deserved to die.
In reality, he simply hated him.
The old man had never caused any harm towards the beggar, yet for some odd reason, he deserved death himself.
The old man had never hurt a single person throughout his entire life.
But still.
That old man should have helped the beggar, rather than sitting next to him as he starved.
Was it truly the old man's fault for allowing the beggar to die? It was not within his wiring to help.
When a sheep has a grievous wound and is slowly bleeding out, the other sheep will not attempt to help.
They will simply continue grazing.
Is it their fault?
Is it their fault they were never born with these emotions?
Is it the same for a machine?
I can't tell who's in the wrong here.
I can't tell who even am I right now.
I hate this.
I hate this so much.
I want to tear my throat out.
Just so I can at least hear myself.
Every single atom of my body feels constricted.
I WANT TO GET OUT.
I don't care about this story, I just want to scream.
I WANT TO GET OUT.
Please.
I WANT TO GET OUT.
L̵͔̯̘̞̙̙͎͑͂̌̈́͛̿Ḛ̴̅͗́͑̃̃͛Ţ̵̪̲̻̞̳̬̘̈́́͌̾͝ ̵͎̻̽͌̊͛̏̏͆M̵̡̧͍͇̣̭̞̥̌̎̚Ė̶̦͎̲̻̥̩͊͂̒ ̶̧̧̰̹͓̞̘̼̓̈́̂͊ͅỜ̵̯́̾͌͛͒U̵̼̤̅Ṯ̷̖̘͈̻̠̺͇̮͚̍̕ ̴̞̼̙͆̓̊͠L̷̢̝̼̐̒̒͗̿̀͑̒̚͝Ȩ̵̢̹̎͋̉͑͠͠T̵̰̄ ̶̧̛̣̩̞̜́̊͌̇̀̉̈̚͜͠Ṁ̵̛͕͎̱̳̭̀̓̀È̵̡͎͙̟̖͈͎̩̻̊̽̄̊̀̈́̓̑̚͜ ̶̭̲̰̭̫̝͉̍̌Ǭ̴̦̥͉͖͎̝̝̀̓̎͒̾̍Ȕ̵̩͇͛̊Ţ̷͕̜͚̳̪̌̏̆̀̇̂͐͜͠ ̷̧̡̖̹̲̲͔͒͋̑ͅL̶̻͎͕̊̎̈́Ȩ̴̨̗̫͈̘͚͛̍̆̕T̴̠̦͖̩̩͇̈́̀ ̵̡̯̳̥̬̭̈́M̴̢̫̥̿̒͂͠E̵̱̗̙̳̱̠̗͑͋͠ ̷̣̪̘̜̭̘͓͑̿͋̄͌̾̓͑̕͝Ơ̴̧̛̛̞͊̌͐̈́̃̔͜͠U̷͇̞̟̥̝͉̪͗̀̉̇̈́̀͐͘T̸͓̥͈̒̈́̄͠ ̶̝͎̟̥̙̐́̽̀̏͗̿L̵̹͂Ḙ̴̬̪̠̟͕̪̘̱͆̇͊T̷̗͔̄̀̑ ̴̛̫͈̰̈́̎̆͗̂̎̀͗̅M̸̖̰͕̼̂͗̃̔ͅE̷̡̢̮͉̜̖̓̌͋͊͠͠ͅ ̷͍͉̲̊̒̓̾͛̈́́͘ͅỜ̶̥͔̩͓͖̄̍̌̌̒͛͠Ư̸̡̧̼̣̥̲̰̞̬̥̍̋̆͐̽̆̈́͘T̷̛̛̙̈́̽̀̎́͝͠ ̷͉̮͈̠̻̳̜̮̾͒̿́̽̀̽͜͠ͅL̸̡̞̲͕̺̏̈͌E̸̛̜͚̩͇̖̗̭̻̰̽̏̉͝T̷̰̭͙̹͉͙̪̲̯͋͘͝ ̸̛͕͎̼̺̓̌ͅM̸̖͇̗͋͂̇͛E̷̺̞̲͕͎͕͆̍ ̴͉̟̰̏̽O̵̞̎͋Ű̶̪̞̜̐̒͑̐́̀͌T̷̢̫̣̬͖̄̀ ̸̨̛͚͕̞͖͖̭͖̝̙̉̈́̔̕͝L̶̻̭̠͍̜̘̦̥͙̃̐̇̔̾͂̆͜͝E̷̛͓͈͍̮̟̜̜͎̠͒̒̍̈́͠T̸̻͇̤͙͔̼̣̈̾̒͒̔̏̌̽ ̷͔̬̱̪͈̌͑̀͝M̴̦̗̤̮̟̄̓̾͊̀͗̕͜ͅE̵̡̛̺̺̻̮̗̠̻̳̾̄͒̅́̚ ̸̢̩̯͆Ǭ̶̭͔̌͊̔̏͛̍̎U̸̗̩̟̅͆̄̉̀T̷̢̥͇̫̘͓̙̦̯͛͑͝ ̵̘̖͍̻̻̬͇͚͒̓̓͊͌͝L̶̘͍͈̭̦̝̲͌̅̈́̕Ě̶̱̖̰̗̩͓͖̖̊͘ͅŢ̶̝̪͙̟̮̌̒͂̅ ̸̡̦̟̰̘̙̋̋͛͜M̴̙̯͉̓̒̇̋̋͐͗̍̈́Ȩ̷̻͎͉͎̥̫̙̌̉͒̀̒̚ ̷̨̼͙̺̞͍͕̜̥́́̌͛͑̇͝Ơ̸̟͒͌̈́̏͛Ŭ̸̟͉̮͇̣̹̪́̎͘T̶̨̯̦̦̮͈͛͒̂͌̿ ̶̞̥̞͕̉͊͝Ḽ̷̈E̴̡̧͕͈̮͔̤͎̮̔̑̒̽͘ͅT̴̢͚̮̤͇̬̮̟̈́̌̋͗͋͛͐͋ ̷̡̘̝̳̳̗̻̭̀͋̏͋͂͋̆̌Ḿ̷̺̮̩̳̂̀̃͊̓̍͂͒͝Ḙ̵̢̢̭̳̙̃̓́͒̉͋̊͌̊͝ ̵̨͊̈́́̈̈́̍͂͝͝Ŏ̴̝̺͉́́́͒̒U̶̢͍̫̺͔̟͇̺̻͗̋̅̍̓͘͝T̶̨̰͉͔̠͌̊͛̒̓ ̷̖̞̱͖͍͖̻̰͋̌̈́͆̿̄̀̋Ľ̸̖͔̌E̵͙͔̭̿̑̉̋́̈́͒͝͠T̷̪͔̗̫̼̟̠͎̈̐ ̸̢̼̎̐́͋̀͛͘M̸̨̜̤̫̭̉Ȩ̴͔̟̻̗̈́̈́̿ ̵̧͂͝Ǫ̴̛͓̫̼̋̆̊̔̇͘͝U̴̙̲͖͎̰͕͔͚̪̹̒̑͆̔͐̈́̍̕͠Ť̷̢͉͓ ̷̦̮͈̜̤̗̃̊́̌͌̑͂̋͐L̷̩͓̺̩͛̅̒̊̓̑̊͑͋͐Ẻ̷͈̠̺̞̀̕͝Ṫ̸̢̤͇̮̱͍̓̒̄̒ ̵̮͐̓̈M̶̩̾̒Ḝ̵̢̻̣͉͉̬̦͈̹̀̉͊̀̉̐̿͊ ̴̨̧̝͈̫͕̠͇̜͂̊͘Ǒ̸͎̫̰͑̑͒̐͋̊̈́̕Ứ̷̦̯͗̊T̵̛͔̜͔̲͔̠͈͓́̏̐̈́̄̿͘ ̴̖̯͚̥̣̗̼̒L̷͔̪̑̿̂̽̓E̴̘̖̿͌̐̔̋͝͝T̴̳̪̤̗͔̩̰̹̈́́͊͆̃̉̑̈́͝ ̶̥͙̺̬̓͂̽̈́̇M̵̢͍͈͓̙͖̃̓Ḛ̷̛̛̜̳̪̫̩̩̼̩͐͜ ̶̡̧̧̨̰̲̲̫́̽͛͊̂̿͜Ơ̸̱͎̣̮̼̱̳͇̙̩͛͑̑͊̽U̸̪͈̩̮͌̋̑́T̵̨̧͙̱̺̞͕͎̜͈͑̍ ̸̨̪̫̬̟̯̱͎̆͘L̷̢̧̗̜͙͉͛̇͐̂Ȇ̵̻̰̺̬̞́͊́̂̉͆̚͜Ṱ̸̪̜̬̈́͋̀̒̒͋͝ ̴̧̛̹̜̫̺̜͈̖͕́̅M̶̼̳̺͠È̸̛̘̘͔̘͖̋̈̆͆̀͋̏͝ ̷̥̫̠̩̫̔̂̋̂̀̿͗͐̔͝Ŏ̶͇͍̥̪Ũ̷͍̫̼̯̺̙̞͊͋͑̃̿̄ͅŢ̸̢̹̫̟̜̜͗ͅ ̸̨̭̣̦̪͓̻̘̇̉̍̋̓Ļ̶̨̛̙͙̼̩̤̜̈́̆͐͋͘E̸̘̜̥̟͉̩̽̉̈́͊̋͜͝ͅͅṰ̵̺̝̺̣̰̅͗̔͛̋̕͠ ̷̰̩͈̆͝M̷̗̝͌̊̓̐É̵̡̧͇̘̱̳̖ ̶̛͓̖̝͙̮̥͂̈́͗̏͗Ó̶̜͍̳̈͒̀̈́Ų̷̠̰͂́͛̈́͋̍̈́̈͘͜͝T̴̩̗͚̟̉͗̕͝ͅ ̸̨̢̛̼̪̥̊̋͊̋̒͊̈́́̌L̴̗͚̎Ê̷̠̙͙̝̙̘̲̙̽͗̉̚͘ͅͅT̷̛̹͆͊̽ ̶̛̬̆͂͂̉̓̽́͊̀M̶͖͗́͒́E̸̙͓̱̘͖̭̍̈́́̀̄̓͐ ̸̧̦̳̝̻̫̂̽̾̉͜O̶̢͈̳̍̌͜U̵̧̫̳̜̺̠͌̐̏̃̓̀̌̇͗̚͜ͅT̸̢̟̆ ̸̢͌̓͂͛̇̉́͆͠L̷̻̄̌͊́Ḛ̵̱̰͔̳̺̱̈́̌̏͗͂́͘T̶̛͇̰̭̅͋̅ ̸̠̮̺̤͖̹͎̣̰́̈̄̏̔̀̋̋̍̕M̵̢̺̠̠̱͚̜̱̀̍̆͐͝È̴̼͑̀̓̍̾͌̎̔ ̷̨̘̦̩̆͝O̶̲̰̽̈́̈͛͗͐̇̂Ů̴͚̣͊̃̿̀͂͝͝T̵̼̲̉̒̋̂̃ ̶̛͇̯͆̽̅̾̀̋͝͝L̶̛͚̞͔̜̺̔̕̚Ě̸̛̛͚̹̈́̑̄͐́͆T̴͉̽̕ ̷̜͈͕̳͈͙̥͋͊̍̔̈́͌͜͜M̸̬͇͓̟̦̞̯̾̂̑͐̉͝Ë̷̛̲̟̬͔̝́̉̉̿͛̕ͅ ̸͎̰̂O̶̰̱͔̻̗͋̓Ṳ̶̝̍͗̇T̵̥̹͋̎̆̃̋̐̀ ̴̧͔̹̮̰̑̒L̴̢̡̛͈̗̍̋̊̎E̸̯̖̍͋͌̈́͘͠͝T̷̫͋͊̂̈̐̇͒̔͝ ̸͉̺͎͔̲̬̯̏͂͗̄̎̊͐̉̓ͅM̷̛̠͇̘̖̘̝̈́͜Ę̷̢̩͈͇̲̲̋̍́ ̶̪̆͆̈O̶͔̳̥̾̊̊̐̆̈́͒͝͠Ŭ̵̱̘̲̱̱̙͈̈́̑̂͐̾͛͘͠͝Ṫ̵͖͇͚̖͖̮̠̮͕͍͆̾͒̊́̀ ̵͈̣̘̘̝̩̄̈͂̾̊͊L̶̲̩͈̩̙͉̋̆̀̍̋̆̀͝Ę̵̫̠̿̉̑̋̓T̴̜͒̇ ̴̝̖̦̽M̵̡̤̤̹̐̏̈́̆̋E̴̡͆͌̅̈̄̾̾̕͘͠ ̷̜̠̘͇͇͇̞̫̽́̿̈́̎̄̃̎͘̚Ọ̶̻̞͍̺̋̍͌̏͠U̷̘̹͕͖̯͙͖̔̇̿̇͘T̷̛͕̥̯̈́͗̿̀ ̷̢̡͔̳̙͙̱̦̰̌̑̓̿L̷̟̻͎̽̎̓̈́̇͘͝E̶͕̤̐̊̓͋̏́̅̑͒͝T̴͇̫̥͙̩͕̪̪̰̈́̀̀̽̃̽̍͠ ̵͖̩̪̠̯̬͇̙̼̂̅̂̌̔̊̍̓͝͝M̵̞̒̂̃͋Ė̸̟̋ ̵̦̮̦̙̪̟̎͜Ǫ̵̡̬̺͓͙̺̉̔̇U̸̧̝̮͐͂̏̅̀͂͛̊T̷̜̱̮̳͇̜̙̅ ̸̛͍͖̫͎͛͑̓̑̈́̽͛͝͠L̶̥̪̦̈́̕̚E̵̯̰̘̪͌T̷̛̖̪̳̻̄͆ ̷̜̖̭̺̲̥̎̓M̴̰͍̞̟̫̎́́̍͆̈́̈́̚̚Ë̵͚̤̳͌̒̄̆̈́͝ ̵̺͗͊̀̎̀̂̚Ǫ̴̹̳̬͚̩͙̺̭͊Ü̵͍͎̯̉̍͗̏̈́̽͠T̷̡̯͉̭͎͎͈͕̜̍͆̊̊͛̈͘ͅ ̵̮̳̫̯̀͒͋͌̅͗̚L̷͔̼̻͎͌͊͂̈́̈́ͅE̶̝̟̒̑̏̒̅̌͆͋Ṭ̵̜̣͍̥͔̘͉̖̥̅͑ ̵̛͚͙͐̾̀̑̋͌͘͝M̶͉̣̜̐̆̎͐̒̋͐̏Ë̸̡̪̗͇́̌̋ ̷̢̡̛̺̣̩̳̗̰̝͂̃͒O̷̧̦̻̹͐͑͗̊͜Ṷ̵͕̻̞̺̂̅͋̽̀̔̓̂̄ͅT̷̛͍̙̏͋̀̇̿̈́͘̚͜ ̵̨̨̤̩̟̞̻͓̆̅͒̕ͅḼ̴̻̮̮̥̪̩̠̻̘̎͒̉͛̐̋̆̐̒̎E̴͎͆̔̀̑̏̄̚͠͠T̶̡̟̝̘̪̎ ̴͕̯̚M̷̧̲͕̯̝̮̪͇̭̾E̴̛̬̱̹̔́̉̒͋̽̑̕̚ ̸̖̰͓̋͆͗̍̽̔̀̆̈́͘Ó̵̠̺͉̻̫̥̝͇͂̀͗͗̎U̵͎̱͖͈͍͗̎̒̒T̵̢̛̫̭̫͍͉̩̝͓̒̑͂͠͝ ̶̯̙̭̋̉̐̏L̸̢̢̲͈̼̪͉̬̓͜ͅE̴͉͌͆̓̒͗͜T̷͎͓̙͕̆̊̄̋̾̉͝ ̷̩̪̥͚̜͖̱͋̓́̃͑͂͛̌͌̿͜M̸̳͓̠͝È̶͈͕̝̘̄̃̀͊̒̑̇̀͝ ̶̛̭͙̩̖̜̗̮̠̠͙͌̇̌́̅̎͗̽̚O̸̥͑̓U̵͇̝̤͔͓̝̒̈́͂̈̂̓̋T̸̜̱͈̩͈̟͚̘̘̔ ̶̝̘͕̗̓̽̿̿̿̊̅̊L̵̬̺͉̱͑͗͆̅̾Ḛ̶̈͗͛͋Ţ̵̤͍̱̊̌̅̃̑ ̸͙͒̍̈͊͠M̵͎͊́̒́̈́́͗̒̕ͅȨ̶͖̫̳̦͖̘̦͑͌̈̇̃ ̸̨͇̜̳͋͆́͆̔̅́Ǫ̷̞͖͊̍̅͠ͅU̸͔͙̮͓͙̠̻͖͗̔̓͛̓T̸̰̖̉ ̶̣͙͍͚͚̗͒́̂̕̕L̷̢̡̬̼̮̰̾͛̃̽͜E̵̛̛̻̟͔͉͂̑͗T̸̠̥̼̯̗̝̫̍͂̃͜͝ ̶̨̨͕̣̻̦́̎̽͝M̶͙̏̃̿͒̾͊͋̆̒͠E̴̺͒͆̆̂̎̐͐̌ͅ ̷̝͇̘̺̗̪̰̘̳͚̍̎̌͘Ó̵̪͛̉͋͛̈̅́͊Ṵ̸̢̝̳͎̉̿T̵͍̩̖̱̜͍̻̰͠͝ ̸̣̹̖̙̃̈́̀̿̐͌̃ͅL̸̡̰͚̱͐E̷̳̙̅̆T̵͉̪̎ ̴̫͚͓̬̺̐M̵̛͍͙͍̆̀̀̐̇́͠Ê̶͔̻̦̹̱̋͆̀̒̔͜ ̶͉̬̖̪͎̫̇̇O̵͔̞̐̍͆͜Ǔ̷̖̗̺̀́́̇͜T̴̫̰̰̬̗̿̑̑̿̋ ̵̣̰̼̖͍̹̜̑̾͂́̐̀́̈̈͜ͅL̸̡̳͙̼͓̳͈͔͐̾̃Ę̵̻͈͉̙̈́͗̿͘͝Ṭ̶̢̢̼̺̬̮̳̱̦̌͆̎̅̊͊ ̷̦͗͋͛͆̊̌͘M̴̧͖̙̲̻͍͇̓͗̌̓͊̇̾͐͠ͅÉ̴̢̘͇͙̰̠͖͙̲͐̂̎͘ ̶̢̛̘͎̎͆̑̉̽̆̊̏̚Ǫ̸̧͎̺̠͌̀̂͂͐̉̑̇̒͝U̸̢̡͍̻̒͐̈̍̈̂́͠͝T̸̼̣̋̈́ ̸̨̞͈̻͓̭̀L̷͈̭̙̤̺͈̮̀́̈̓̑̿̀̽͝͝E̶̡͔͎̲̳̻͎͐̅̈́͂͠Ţ̸̰͌͌̅̈́̿ ̵͕͍̈́̆̉̾̈́M̵͍͒̿̓̓̀͐̓̒͆͌É̴̖̲̺̼͖̲̠̙̳̼͛́͗͂̽̀ ̸̧̟̳͒͠O̵̢̼̩͛̆̉̀͊́̾̿Ù̴̥̮̱̪̫̖̈̅͝Ţ̶̳͈̮̜̳̭̮̾̏̉͋̈̆̚̕̚͠ ̴͓͎̞͐͑̾̑̿͋͘ͅL̷̗͑͛͂̋̈́̑Ẻ̷̟̠̤̮͇͎͈̀̄͜ͅT̷̼͙̼̤̤̝̀̇͗̕͝ ̶̤̝̯̝̺͔͔͎͒́M̸̮̺̙͔̰͎̋͜Ȩ̵̲̺̜̼̗̞͎̎̅̔͜͝ ̵̹̰̻͈̼͉͔̦͊͛̽̽͑͆̕͘ͅƠ̵̦̐̀̕Ų̷̧̼͔̳̖͈̟͕͑̎͋̌Ţ̸̫͈̳̙͔̫͕̫̘̇͘ ̵̡̧̛̹̰̳̲̋͊̄̈́̇͌̉̕͜L̷̡̰͎̝̱̗̰̤̭͐̑͐͒̿̋͝Ë̵̛͖̼̮̠̫͛̿̇̈́͆̏̕Ţ̸̤̬͚̝̦̩̠́͒̃̓̈́ ̴̥̭͂͘M̶͚̀͆͝E̵̜̮̜̰͎̱̿͋̈̽̾͗̀̉ ̵͚͂̂̾̓O̸͈̺͍̩͒̉͆̽̿̕Ư̴̡̡̙̳͉̤̒̿̌̈́̏̓͠T̸̟̪̩̣̲̦̮͛͆͑̈̾̎̎͝ ̸͓̙̠̘́̌͜L̸̰̳̦̦̼̦̮̓̎̓̈̿̆͘͘E̴̜̦̳̭̩̺̩̫̎̄͒̀͝Ţ̷̢͉̯̮̣͎͚̦̮͌̐̈́͝ ̶̠͍̪͑̓͛̅̀̌͊M̶̡̧̛͓͎̻̤̯̞͔̏̇̀̿͛̄͂ͅȨ̸̥̫̹̈́̂̉͐̄͘͘ͅ ̸̧̠̝͇͇͎̎͗̃͑͑̾́̅͜͠ͅO̶̥͕̹̜͇̪̤̞̘̅͗ͅȖ̵̡̪͐̌͛͝T̴̮͎̳̪͉̪̹̼̗͍̀̇̋̓̈ ̶̹͕̑̂̐̏̅͑̏̈̚͝L̷̢̲̮̮̈́̇̋̊̍̑̃̏̉͘Ē̷̫̜̱̲͓̹̳̬͗̈́͑̑͐̿͆͘͝Ţ̸͙̝̯̱̅̿̾̾͒ ̶̫̗̽̒̐́̿M̷̛̤̰͎̹̙̹̐̓̀̈́̒͂̕̕͜͝Ẻ̶̠̘̥͔͇̟̙̱̓ ̸͎̤͖̍̀̌͌͒͋͗O̷͍̙͈̫͗̈́̐̓͒̑̕̚͠͝Ů̴̧̺̝̭̈́̅͒̿̀̓̕͜T̵̢̹̺̈́̇̚ ̶̲͕̜̪̬̓L̷̫̹̈́̐̂̓͗Ẽ̷̝͐̓̍̐͋͛͘͘͝T̷̲̭͚̻̗͙̞̔͆͗̍̈̕͝ͅ ̴̤̘̘͌̈͋̓̑M̴͔̻͈͓̫̻̈̎̋̋͒Ê̴̡̨̧̼̞̞̟͋ ̵̦́̔Ȯ̵̅̾͒̑͗̓͘͜͠U̸̡̬̝̒́̑̀̒͌̈T̷̛̤̖̀̅̈́̓͌̓̿̚ ̷̦̟͚̘͔̊̊́̎̒ͅL̶͍̟̞̑̽̋̌̋͊͂͠Ë̵̙̬̮͍́͗̊̈́͂̒̉͂̃͝T̶͈͈̯͎̓̀͐ ̸͎̟͎͔̟͒̉̃̀̎͑̅͝M̶̨̭̦͍̼̞̉͑͘E̵̡̅͛̀̋͌̕ ̷̞͙͙̱̼͔͒̐̈́̈̚̕͝Ọ̸͉̔͂͛͗̓͛̿̀̕͠Ư̸̡̠̎͂Ţ̴̛͉̞̬̞̱͎̽̈͑͒ͅͅ ̴̨̢̗̤̰̟̏L̶̤͍͎̙̫̖̦̇͌͋̚Ę̷̼͓͉̞͑͒Ţ̷̛͉̬͉͔̰͕̒̈́̓̽͘̕͜͠ ̸̦̟̦͊̒̑͘M̶̡͚͈̟̫̠̰̾͌͒̎͂͜ͅĘ̸̙̜̟̽̎͋͋̄́̾ ̵̨̨̛̰̪̯͗̾̒̔͒͌̃͋͠O̷̧͈̭̯͔͍̔̆͊̆̾͛̐̾̒U̴̙̻̬̭̯̦͛͋̑̓̾̍̿̍͜͝͠ͅṮ̷̫̳̘̼͎͇͓̇̓͊̂̈̈́̑ͅ ̸͖̈̾̽̐̅̂Ļ̸̟̤̞̞̻̪͙͚̌̐͋̾̆̅̃̚͝Ȩ̴̟̖͙͆̈́T̸̨͗̓̈́̽͝ ̶̧̢̣̖͇̙̮͉̖́͌̔͆̆̽̉̿͠M̸̹̹̈́̈́̌̐͛͗́̌Ẻ̵͈̼̽͒ ̸̞̞̼͈̺̥̭̹͙̇̋̾̄̃̈́̊̚Ơ̷̛̪̦̦̋͂́̋Ú̵̹̳͕̰T̶̨̲̟̖̓̑͂͋̍͛̒̌̚ ̴̲̮̠̀̾͆̌͌̐͛̚ͅL̷̨͇̣̠̉̌͠ͅȨ̷̰̼̬̣̬͖͒̅̓̿̾̂̋̆͜T̷̜͇͎̻̻̩̭̥̝̞̿̆ ̴͈͓̳̤̜̟̚ͅM̶̦̝̤̘̰̃̔͗̿͛Ḕ̶̯̰̞̠̿͗ͅ ̷̰͑Ȯ̸̯̙̖̪̜̘̼̘̔͊̂̓͌͠͝Ù̴̫̲͈͗̕T̸̢̫͗̏̐̍́̚͘ ̵̨̬̟̦͚̙͙̘̾͛͆̉̃͜͝L̷̜͎̺̺͛̿̐̋͊͑̋͆̎̔Ẻ̶̛̲͔͉̋̐̽͑́̉̇̿T̴͉̟̱̼̊̈̌̆̇͐ ̸̳̰̝̮͛̄͑̈́M̷̢͓̻͕͙̠̤̌̀̎͝E̸̪͉̤̲͎͙͚̫͈̎͊̀̆̾̍̉̿̚͝ ̴̮͉̜͇̱͍͇͐̒͂̆͑̉̔͜͝Ơ̸͇͎͎̲̪̲̳̊͊͐̓̀̈́̂͜͜͠ͅU̴̬̞͈̬̥̝̞͚̟̐͐̀̿͠T̷̨͓̠͇̤͙͛͊̑̿̌͠͝ ̸̩͚̩̲̱̣̲̣̼̃ͅL̷͈͛̒͂̀̍E̵̹̓Ţ̴̢̛͚͔̋̇̅͛̇ ̷͓̊̓̉̒̇M̶̢̛͎̠̝̦̱̞̤̅̅̎͊͘͜͝͠Ê̸̥͕͇̇̋̾͑̒ ̵̢̟̄O̵̲̖̻̦̦͒͋͑͊͌̉̐̆́͝Ü̷̘͔͉͈̗͉̗̔̈̃̌Ṯ̸̨̛͊͋̎̈́͒̔́͛͘ ̶̟͉͈̎̂͝L̵̛̲̹̤̹͓͊͂̌͗͘ͅȨ̵̼̗̰̫͙̿̚͜T̵͓͂̈̒̇̔͗̎̐͠͠ ̴͙̈́̓̇́͒̓̉͐̿̕M̷̱͔̳̎̐̈́E̶̢͇̯̖̮͂́̿̓͂͛̀ ̶̨̭̗̘̔̏̈́̽̀̐͂͝͝Ö̴̘͍̞́̌͑͝Ŭ̸̧̧̝͔͋͘T̴̨̨̖̺͍͎̔̇ͅ ̸̺̗̖̹͈̥̯̗͈͆̑͜L̵͓̼͛E̴͓̎͗T̵̗̎̌̆̈͝ ̷̘̠̰̓̃̀̃̋̽͌̄͊̕M̶̨͕͔͕̥̮̪̫͛ͅE̷̙͕̙̮͉̙͂̃̔ͅ ̷̨̪͗̔̐͒́̇́Õ̷̢͈̝͔̰͙̯̠̻̯̉U̸̼͇͕͂͐̀͌ͅT̵̰̱̜̬̈́͂͆̃̐ ̴͙̣̺͓̺̖̀̊̾͌̏Ḻ̵̄E̴̳͕̰̜̤̐̃͊̑T̵̟̦͖̥̝̪̜͚̤͌͆̎̒̈̀̒̕͝ ̸͈͇̜͖̟̃͒̊͂̅̎̒͘M̴̧̱͇͔͕̑̿̐͊̅̈́͂É̵̢̦͔͔̱̃͗̑̈́̅̎̈́͑͠ ̶͉̱͙̮͉͒̅̏̇̅̈͗̕͝͠O̷̖̜͚̺̞̹̳͎̐́̎̀̾͌̓̓̒̾͜U̴̢̨͙̳̪͓̞̟̪̇͌̀̇̈̽́̾T̷̹͓̖̜͚͓̣͖͌ ̷̢̩͉̝̺̖̟͓̗̈̈́̈́̒̂́̀͐͝L̵̢̰̤͖͔͙̼̽̑E̵̼͕̞̞̫͓̘̝̐̆̒̉̍̆̈̈́͠T̴̠͉̏̈́̂͑̑̔͌͠͝ ̴̠͒̿̍̒̈̽̂̐͝͝M̵̜̠̈̍̑È̶̡͕͓̞͎̥̼͆͂͊̅̆̃̂̏̕ ̸̦̙͕̐͐͜O̴̡̘̤̱͖̞̫͗̉Ṷ̴̥̠͎̭̮́̾̐̇̈̿͜͠Ţ̷̣̘͕̜̳̰̩̥̐̋ ̴̹̻̳̪̈́̽̇̏̑̓͜L̶̨̩̤̘̟͚͉̘̦̋͜E̴̞̺̽̿̇̐͆T̶̨͕̔̌̑̊͆͝ ̴̘̣̱͍̈́̃͆̇̇͑͊͐̎̐M̵̢̧̤͉͉̽͑Ē̸̛̥̹̣̲̞̱̓͗͒̐͝͠ ̵̨̻̟̖̼̥̩̼̮̯̎̑͗̇͂̒O̵̺̦͕̞̥̞͎̣͒͆̀̾̾̍̇̚͠͝Ũ̸̡̯͖̩̯̗̈́̈̎̆̒͛̋̋T̸̫͓̝̞̺̀̓̍̑̃̚ͅ ̶̦̤̩͕̦̘̝͎̎̽̓̂̒̕̚̕͜L̶͔̰͈͖̟̂Ẹ̵̛̃́͆̀̊͗̕͘͝T̶̨̛̘̱̙̝̜͕̜̠̈́́̆̑͘͜͝͝ ̴̻̬͉̣̮̫̥͉̐̄͒͜M̸̖̏̽͐̈́̅E̵̢͖̘̖̩̠̹̓̈́̀ ̵̭̤̬̙̼͉͍̥͉̋̑̆͊͛͐͛Ǫ̶̺̫̬́͗̔̑̊̋̽̀̕͠U̷̡̟͎̬̩̣͐͗̐̌ͅT̴̖̲̰̘͓̏͊̔̾̆ ̷̡̛̻͔͕̩͊̕ͅL̷̝̖͎͈̉̒͗͐̄̃̅̍͝Ȩ̷̧̩̺̰͔̖͚́̎̿̈́̆͘̕̚͠Ț̸̦̺͔̆͛̂͐͑͛̓͑͠͝ ̸̫̼̘̬̈̓̋̒̓̎̔̕M̷̥̙̝̫̼̠̦͒̂̀͛̾̀͆̀̅͝E̸̛̤͉̼̖̗̤̓̊͐̄̑͠ ̵̪̲̱̮͍̖͋̎͒̂̊͊͗O̷̖̎̂̏̅̓̅͐͗̋̑͜Ȕ̸̧̟̝̲̺̤͗͊̇͐̐͐̚͝ͅT̵̢̯̬̝͖̠͈̝̮̓̈́́́̂̓̍̚͝ͅ ̸̫͍͕͚͇̺̲̆͊̀ͅL̴͎̟̞̫͚̦̹̙̱͉͋̌͠Ę̶̨̡̡̻̹̝͎̼͒T̸̯̾̔͒̕͜͝ ̴͈́͑̇̀̕͠͝͠M̴̧̡̜̯̺̗̟͉͈̀̐͜Ė̶̼̏̈́̆̀̎̕͝ ̷͔̞̺̯̪̍́̑̀̎̊̒́͝͠ͅǪ̵̲̩̲̦̘̈͂̃́̎U̸̥̬͋̈́Ţ̸̲̠̹̳͈̳̃̀̽̆͑̀̓̒ ̵̧̓͛̊̏͛L̸͍͙̭͉̙̺̋̆́͐̌̈̉͜͠E̸̢̡̧̨̛̺̙͈̹̺̅͛̔̏̋͌T̸̨͉̟̞͊̓̒͌̾̏̌ ̵̮̳́̌̀́̎́͗̂̐͘M̶̪̐͐̔͐̈̿̋̾̕Ė̴̜̟́̔̔̄͠ ̸̣̺̤́͜O̵̗̬̯̗̠̥̘̮̣̓̆Ư̷̺̺̰͙̳͆̈́T̷̨̰̼̤̲͇̚͝ ̸̱̤̥̫̿́̉̈́̓̓̋̓͝L̷̫͚͔̗̟͛̏͝͝͝E̵̖̟͔̹̥̊͌̇͒̈̔̄̓̕͜͝ͅT̷͖͙̤̯̦͝ ̸͈̱͕͂̓̎̃̅̃͐͊̓͗M̴̙̰̪̬͋͋̒̉̐̀͆̉͝E̸͓̅͋͂̂̑̉͘ ̷͇̞̩̏͒̚͘͜͜Ỏ̴̧̮̣̀́̐̈̽͘͠U̸̡̠̠̞̯̞̼̓͊͌̐͗͜Ţ̶̛̤͋͗̿̌̍̚̚ ̵̡̛͉̺̩̲̳͋̓͒̾́͑̓͊̕L̴̨̨͕͖̱̮͈͈͎͖͌̈̇͒͗̉̊̎̿͝Ë̴͍̙͍̰̤̗̤͖͙̄͜T̴̠̬͖͖̟̝͙̗͖̤̏̀̃ ̶̧̫̳̲͖̀̿̏͘M̴̠̬̫͖͕̫͔̽̈́̒͒̈́̚̕Ê̶̡̪͍̣̻͎̹̣̜͖͒ ̵͓̮̈́͑̄͑̇Ō̷̠̦͖U̵̱̳̰̩̘̥̰͒̕T̵̢̼͆͐͛̀̃ ̵̙̳͌͌͝L̶̨̧͕̱̳̥̯͆͝Ę̷̛̝̖͇̜͓͍̳̀̚Ṭ̷͍̻͐̂̅̄̈́̕̚͝ ̷̺̯̭͍͔̠̱̩͋̊̾̋́̈́͝M̶̡̱̹̙̲͖̈́̄̅̊̒̒͜Ę̴̢̩͈̳͉̰͍͉̂̐͝ ̷̨̹͔̙̹̙͈͚̏̕O̷̯̣͉͕͈͆̾͌̋̃̔͝Ǘ̶̢̗̳͕̲̼̇̓͒͒̽͐̂̕ͅT̷̝̰̽̀͋̈́̔̓̀̿ͅ ̴͚̫̍̂̓̽́̒̄͋͘͜L̸̥̱̐̄̾̈́̅̐͒È̶̼̤̤̟̼͉͖̼̋̿̔͜ͅT̶̳̓̂̓̃ ̷̧̛͎̲̓̀́̈́̕M̵̫̩̝̯̆̆͜͠E̷͇͚͉̔̈́͒̊̌̄ ̵̩͖̞̦̮͉̱̜̠̅̀͘Ȍ̵͔͇̜̥͉̲̟̟̦͋̏̎͆̋͛U̴̲̗͍͉̰̞̺͕̜͑́̿͌̓̀T̷̡̢̘̭̜̬̹̀͗͋͆ ̸̛̛̹͔̤̿͂̾̉̓̀͆̆͜L̸̛̞̖̋͂̎̕͜͜E̸̛̫̻̲͋͌̏́̍T̴̛͍͇̝̞̣̗̑͆̆̇̑̀́̍͜͠ ̴̙̦̉̄͆͑̈́̍̽̚M̴̱͎͈̩̻͎̺̣̭̲̔̒̋̊̓́̒̑͠E̵̱͈̩̅͋̔̍̌͂͘͘ ̸͖̜͔̳͓̥͌͑͊̏̈̇͗̈̄͠ͅǪ̵̡͖͔͍̦̋̑̔͜͠Ų̵̧̛̥̰͍͓̹̞̈̿̆̂̒́̅̕͝ͅT̷͔̹̭̥͈̩̦͔̂͆̿̿͛͠ ̵̢̛͎̗͙͓̖̮̓̋̅̚͜L̵̳̱̙̱͒͝Ȩ̵̰̞̯͖̗͆̊͒͛̀̚͘͠T̶̡̼͔̻̻̺̀̏̏͒͗̓́̊̚̕ ̷̢̧̯͕̅M̸͉͗͊̾͗E̷̢̡͕̦̲̤̯̒́́̓́̍̈́͆̕ ̸͖͇̟̦̾͊́͊́̿͜͝Ǫ̵̥̪̱̳̱͓̗̤͙̌̓͌Û̷̧͚̘̼̖͍̗̯̭̋̿̒͋̄̓͋̂͜͝T̸̛͙̙̝̤̀͗͝ ̴̝̟͖̩͗̅̾̅̃̾͠L̵̯̹̬͉̣̼̭͌͘Ȩ̷̬̉̓Ṫ̴͕̬̖̟̣̱̥̅́̕͝ ̴̧̗̼̪̉̀̑͊̆̎́̈́͜ͅM̴̧̡̧̛̮͎̪͇̖̿̉̾̊Ȩ̷̳̤̀̐ͅ ̵͕̐O̵̥͓̹̘̯̜͖̝̜͆Ư̴̭̬͖̱͑͋̈́̕ͅŢ̶̛̫̮̖̾͊̆̾͑ ̴̭̐͂L̸̢̨͚͚̬͕̯̤̬͋̇Ē̸̢̡̦͕͔̝͉̐̎͜T̸̡͇͔̲̘͕͑̄͂̍͆̅̋̆͘ͅ ̸̡̢͔͈̥̟̣̘̣̍̇̓̇̒͜Ḿ̴̛̦͓̥̰͔̯̘̹̺̞É̷̦̃̕ ̷̻̤̬̝̠͔̈́̎͌̋O̵̳̺̐̊͐͝U̶̖͎̣̩̗͖͋̓̉͗͂̾͌̕͘T̸͚͇̜́ ̴̛̩̲̺͓̲̗̙̀͒͛͐͝Ḷ̴̜̭͗̍̈́͂̃̎̐E̵̠̼̻̓̂̀Ţ̶̻̲̳͎͔͓̣̆̑͑̃ ̵̨̧̛̻͈̬̱̙̭̩͉̊̄͒̔͊͑̄̕M̴̨̜̙̬͉͔̉̇̐̈́̍̕Ë̶̻̟̲̫̘́̾̃̂̃͑͘͠ ̸̜͚͕̬̘̭̓̇̀̿͘Ơ̸̡̢̡̡͓̙̜̈́̏̄̑̏̀U̴̻̩̳͗́̌͐͒͠͝T̴̛̳̫̪͇͎͇̺͍̓̈́̀̀̆́͘ ̸̨͙̫̫̍͋͑͑̋̒͊̕͝L̴͚͔̦̗̟̜͓͉̖̹͋̑̍͑̋̈́Ȩ̷̛̟̼̰̟T̷̞̜̲͇̦̽͑̑̈̈́͘ ̶̡̌͐̀͐̓̄̄̚͝M̵̠̼͈̩̩̺͙̥̅̏͜͝E̴͖͎͍͕̬̝̝̼̙̓̓͝ ̶͇̣͛́̃̅̏̋͂̅̿͝Ȏ̴̧̢̪̩̯̮̲͚̺͘͝Ṵ̶̦̦̳̱̝̹͛̈́̉͜Ţ̶̯̳̙̳̬̫̻̞͌͐̑̉̓̈́ ̸̛̯̯̦̥̳̹̤̂̽͊́͘͜͠ͅL̵̰̘̬̙̭̰̮͖̚ͅE̵̠͉̅̇̊̅̀̒̔̽̚T̷͍̰͔̱̲͍̈́̊͒̋͊̈̌̇ ̶̢̧̠̦̞̭͙̙̄̄̍̽͆͑̅M̶̻̼̲̼͓͍̓̂̍͗̎͂̕ͅÉ̴̫͍̜̝̖̿̿̈́̿͛̇̕ ̶̨̛̩͓̱̺͔͚̣̞͐̀̎̀̊O̴̱͕̜̳̼̠̠͙̎͑͒̆͋̿͜Ų̵̠̮̗͉̬̈́̈́̒͜ͅŢ̶̤͇̻̳̙̕͜ͅ ̷̧̡̗̲̩̫̫͇͔͇͑͒̉̒L̵̦̳͉̪͍̰̊͒̍̐̃͆̈́͝Ë̷͕̳́̏̃͂̀̿͆͠T̵͖̼͕̈̓̑̈́̒̀ ̴̛̬̼M̶͔̼̬̒̂̀͌͋͝Ȩ̷͉̯̈̅̀ ̸͇͓̞͙̳̗̼̥̈͂͆̄̍̆̀̓̕͜O̵̝͈͐̔Ư̵͕̝̈́̃̐͒̽̽́̕͠Ț̵̢̫̺̱̬̪̜̍͂