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The conspiracy theorists would like to point you toward the aliens, but somehow you know the truth, you're just not accepting it. Things that cannot be explained. Gods that mankind worshipped. Cryptids, demigods, immortals.
You can't tell if the screams are of joy or of terror, and you can't tell if it's all biblical or extraterrestrial. You won't ever be able to tell, but you can count on the fact someone out there has a pill that would be our panacea, and it is locked behind corporate doors, waiting for its day to save the world from whatever horror the false gods have invented next.
M-m-m... maybe... I should go spend thousands on getting a micro-HID so that I don't get assassinated by Shy Guy some day.