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Or I could presuppose that when I'm older, I'll have hit the WISE button and take everything really awesomely and find some house of people to take care of me and everythings fucking awesome and I can watch kids grow up and wonder at how things have changed in awe at the awesomeness of life itself. I'll magically not be affected by the fact that my ankles shattered into dust in a single step rendering me sedentary despite a lifetime of independance. My longingness of natural human connection will be limited to doctors visits and the pestering of local merchants.
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