Makina_

T̷̨h͞ìs ̨l͝es͞şo̷͏̕ǹ͟'҉s̵̢̢ ҉w̸͘ay ͜͏ţ͟o̸͜o̵ ̶̛b̴̧͠or̕iǹ͝g͞͞!̸ ̧T̕͠͠h̕ȩ̧͢ ̡͜b͟o̴̡y̨̨ ͢t̶̷ho̵ug̷h̀t̢̀̀.͜ ̶̢W̨͝h̛į͟͠le d̷̢o̕ź̛͘i͢͠͠n̴̸͏g̴͢ ͡ò̷͡f̸̡f̨͟͠ ̶̕dur͘i̡n̸g͜͡ cla̶̶̕s҉̸s̨͠͡,͢ ̀͢a ̧v̕o̷͢͡i͘͝͡c̨͢ę ͝ó̸̀n͠҉̡ ̶̸̧hi̛s͞ ̶̢͟ḑr̕͡͏e͟am̨ s͞pe̵̡̛a͏͡k͞s͏ ̸a̶n͢͞͡d͜͞ a͟s҉ks҉͜ ͜ḩ͡ím ̡̀ą̷ ͏͝q̴͞u̸͡e͜s͡t̴i̢͞o͏ǹ̶.͘͠ ͏T̵hè̸̢ ̀͝T͘͠r҉͏́ò̴l̸͢l̛̀͢e̷͢͞y̡͘ ҉P̵̢r̡ob͢҉l͠e̶m̸̴.̶͞ ͟A̵͜ ̕m̵̨o̵͝r̡̛al ͠d̸i̷͡lęm̸̕ma҉.̸͞͞ ̧͢͡"͝҉͘Wí̶l̀͞ĺ҉ y̕̕͢o̴u̕͏ ̀s̡a̴c̵̶͘r̡̛i͟f͢͟ic͡҉̸è̛͞ ͢͜oņe͏͏̴ ̴̢͢p̛͟͏e̵r̸̀͟so̸ń ͘t͏o ̶̡͜sa̶͟͜v͏̧e̷̡͘ f̛̛͡i̸̷̕v̢͜é͟?͢͟͝"̶ ̷T̢h̸̛e͞ ̧̢͝b́ǫy̵͘͏ ̨conf́̕i͟ḑ͟e̶͜n̶͝t̶͢l̨y͘̕͝ anş̶́w̸er̛s̕͘͞,̛ ̵̛s͢҉a͘͜͞y̨͏͘in͘͝g̢ ̀̕t͏͜h̨a̵t͟͡ ̵͢h͡è̶͞'͡͏d́͘͘ ̀͟s̀͠a͏̴ćr͠͡i̧͡f̀͜i̕c̴͟e ̷̛h͟͝í͜m̡͡s̛e̡͜ĺf ̨̕i̵̛ņş͘͢tȩ̴͜a̛͟d̛ ̵i͘͡f̵͢ ͝t͠h͝at̀ ͏̧̨c̛͠o͏u̸͟͞l̵̛͝d ̸̡ş̵͘a̡͘͡v̵̕͜e ̵҉s̨͝į͡x́ p̴̴͠e̕op͝l͞e.̢ ̢͏U̵̴p̛͝o҉̵n͠͏ ̨͘w̕a̛͠k͜i͞n̴͘g u̡҉̵p̷͏,͢ ̶h͝ís͟ ̷̕͝lí̶̧f̨ę̷ ͘͟bȩ̷̸c̷a̴m̡e ͝u͡n̸̕u͞s̴̵̡ų̀͟al̨l͟y͢͝ ̸e̴̡̛ven̸t̶̨f͠ul̵͠.̶ ̢I̧f̡̕ ̨̕he̡ ͏͜e̵͏̢x̕p̛͝e̵r̵ię̛n͜͢c̸e͜͡s̀ ҉̀s͘͢͝o̡͏m̶e̸̛t͞h̛͜i̶҉҉n̴g ͟s̷̡i͢͏m͡͏i͏̛l̴aŕ͜ ͟t̨͢o͞ ̛͡th͜͜é ̛͘͞t̸͜r̛o͜͡l͘l͡͝e̵̷̕ỳ̶̨ ͘pr̛̕͟o̴̶b̷͜le̕҉m̧,̵͠ ͞w̷̸i̷̵̛l̛l̴ h҉ę̛ ̸b̕e͠ a̸̴b͘ļ͡é̸ t̴ó ͘s͟t̡͢a̧n̷҉d ̛b̷̕͝y̷̨ ̸h̶i̢̕s̨͜ s͟͜e̶͝l̸͏̢f̵̢l͞e̵̴ss͡͏̡ ̨wo̡r̷̨d̶͏s̀?̶͟

The Trolley Problem

It feels as if the world has stopped. I can't process what's going on anymore. Am I going crazy? Come on, it's just d-. 


"Yes he's here. Uhhh- no he's still asleep. Ah, yes I'm finished here. You can take your time. You still have 30 minutes for lunch break. Take care of him okay?"


"Yes. Thank you." I smiled. The woman in charge of the clinic returned to her desk andandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandandand


"Maya, I'm sorry. you weren't supposed to be caught up in this. Maki, I finally found you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you.you. Damn! I don't have much time left. And this world as well. Catastrophe. Now that I'm not a part of him, My immunity to the effects are gone. I need to tailor him. In the span of months, we will return. Stronger. And his decisions. None of this will happen the next time. I found a suitable host. We're going to bring you down. A(?&&/."


Unstable. World. Activate.