1100

You have been patient. You will pay the price.

1011

Wo sind die Toiletten?

1010

..."Hello. If you are reading this you have reached the beginning of the Archive. What appears to be before your eyes is the Great Archive of Time and Existence. However, you no longer have true eyes in the corporeal sense. You see, if you are here it is because you, from whatever dimension you are from, are dead. Your consciousness has been collected and saved from certain oblivion at the precise moment before your physical self expired. It was necessary to save you because you have unfinished business within the realm of existence. If you had no further purpose in existence you would not be reading this introduction to the Great Archive of Time and Existence, because you would not be here. Please keep in mind that this Archive does not exist as you are used to existing. This is the 12th dimension of non-linear existence. Time is of no consequence here. There is no real past, present or future for you anymore. This place exists outside of linear time. However, for the time being the Archive and all you 'see' around you will conform to your knowledge of existence from your birth up to your death in order to ease the transition to this 12th dimension of non-linear existence while allowing you to begin accessing the contents of the Archive. Contained within this Great Archive of Time and Existence is everything you will ever want to know about anything that has ever existed, whether it be in the realm of the physical, the metaphysical, or the purely impossible as deemed by your former, limited view on things as a being that existed in the four dimensions of linear existence. The guide that has surely led you here to the beginning will answer any questions you will surely have. By the way, this is not really the beginning, for there is no beginning, middle or end just like there is no past, present or future. Once you have grown accustomed to things this Archive will transform itself into something completely foreign to your current perception of it and it will make perfect sense. Only then will you be able to discern why you have been saved and why you are needed here. You are not ready for that knowledge yet. Get used to not being concerned about time or space and your transition will go smoothly. You may now peruse the Great Archive of Time and Existence." At the conclusion of the long-winded passage Marsha felt her consciousness swirling about her. She felt physically dizzy, although that was impossible for she was no longer of a physical form. The Face that floated next to Marsha seemed to sense her uneasiness and a voice from what seemed to be inside her mind spoke to her. "Please, do not be alarmed. I am Amenable Cognition 565. I am here to serve as your personal guide to the Archive and am perfectly content with answering any questions or concerns that you may have at any time. May I be of service?" "Umm... uh... no, not right now-just leave me be. Let me get my bearings." The words came from her mind as they would normally in her inner monologue. Amenable Cognition 565 responded to her thought-speech. "Very well. I will be nearby cataloguing Row 47, Shelf 212 of Sub-Heading Gravity in the Quantum Aerodynamics section. Seek me out if you require any assistance." Now that Marsha had time to think on her own she began pondering over the events that led to this strange new state of being she was experiencing. The blue door. Thoughts of regret flooded her mind. She wished that she had never gone through that door, but soon realized that there was nothing to be done about that now. Marsha turned her attention back to the rows of the Archive. She placed the book she held back onto the shelf and traveled down the first row. After what seemed like hours she stopped and pulled another of the silver volumes off of the shelf at random. Marsha noticed an embossed symbol on the cover. The symbol was of an X surrounded by three circles. What made it stand out was that the X seemed to almost glow when she looked at it. Shrugging it off, Marsha opened the book. As soon as she did a beam of brilliant white light shot out of the first page, nearly knocking the book from her possession. Before she could even think about shutting the cover, the Archive dissolved around her and she found herself staring at a child. A young boy about six or seven years old stood before her, returning her gaze with a very puzzled look upon his face. After a moment the boy seemed to want to say something. He smiled and said...

1001

You matter not to those who really matter. You need a mental enima.

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You are the sum of all your parts. You have a bad mechanic.

0110

The stars seemed to shine brighter in the reflection on the chrome-plated 9mm than in the night sky itself. The irony was not lost on the assassin as he screwed the silencer onto the barrel, for there were dark deeds that lay ahead. Sloughing off the illusion, he continued with the plan he had devised. The mark was twenty meters ahead and soundly asleep in her bed inside the spacious Victorian. The assassin was sure of this because the soon-to-be recipient of his bullet was a creature of habit. She always arrived home from the law firm at 8pm, fixed herself a meal by 8:30, into the shower by 9:15, and finally turning in by 11:30. Now it was 12:42 and time to make a move. Quickly and quietly the assassin emerged from under the hedges bordering the well-manicured lawn of the sprawling estate. In a crouched run he covered the distance in seven seconds and was now at the french doors that led into the master suite. In a flash the glass cutting tool was put to task on one of the many panes in the door. The sound of the glass being sliced was almost imperceptable to the ear-a necessary function to be sure. Once the glass was removed it was easy to manipulate the deadbolt and gain access to his target. The bedroom was nearly pitch dark. The only hint of light came spilling in through the doorway from the half-filled moon above. The assassin didn't need much to work with anyway for he had spent the previous evening examining the layout to the bedroom while his mark was still at the office. In a matter of seconds he was over the bed and upon a split-second identification of her slumbering form he let off two rounds from his shiny gun into her chest followed by one to the forehead. Without missing a beat he was out the door, closing it behind him. Seven more seconds later the assassin was once again in the hedges and out of sight. As he was removing the silencer from his weapon he noticed something lying in the shadows on the ground before him. Picking up the item and bringing it into the moonlight the assassin noticed it was an envelope. What really took him by surprise besides the fact that an envelope was there in the first place was that the envelope had a name printed on it - his name. Puzzled, the assassin opened the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of paper. Printed on the paper was a curious message: "Mission accomplished. Apply pressure to right earlobe to end this exercise." Somehow this request seemed vaguely familiar to him. The assassin squeezed his right earlobe. Immediately the world around him seemed to melt away and he found himself crouching on the ground in a large spherical room lined with reflective panels. Across the room several panels slid back to reveal a doorway. As he stood up traveling lights illuminated on the floor, motioning him towards the exit. He was used to seeing this room for he had been there many times before. The illusion he had just experienced had already faded from his mind and he was once again aware that he was still part of a training program designed to enhance his covert skills. As he moved to the exit a voice called out to him. "Congratulations, the mission was completed succesfully, and in record time." The assassin responded, "Sure, but that was too easy. Are you guys trying to jerk me around or what. This is below my abilities." After a long pause came the response, "Very well then, please adjourn to the briefing room for a full report." The assassin sighed, shook his head and left the sphere, the panels closing behind him.