“Mary had a little lamb,
Little lamb little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
whose fleece was white as snow.”

— Assassins’ Redoubt, Final Transmission

I shall not confront Planet as an enemy, but shall accept its mysteries as gifts to be cherished. Nor shall I crudely seek to peel the layers away like the skin from an onion. Instead I shall—

Haven't even unmuted the video and all I can hear is "WHAT DO I CARE FOR YOUR SUFFERING?"

We must ask for Claritin. We must ask for Claritin.

Will we next create false doctors to rule over us? How proud we have become, and how blind.

I plan to live forever, of course, but barring that I'd settle for being able to breathe during allergy season. Even being able to breathe during half of allergy season would be pretty nice.

CEO Nwabudike Morgan, Morganlink 3D-Vision Interview

Effects: free Paradise Garden in every base.

“What do I care of your suffering? Pain, even agony, is nothing more than a histamine response, data fed to the computer of your mind. Now act. Ask your doctor about Claritin and new Claritin-D.”

This is the Dream Twister

Ask your doctor

What lies beyond an event horizon? Decent people shouldn’t think too much a̶̢̡̢̢̛͇̜͇̳̞̬͙̟͇̙̜̘͈̬̗̺͚̤̙̜͕̖̜̭̩̅̅̀̂͐̊̏̈̀̒̽̆̓͑̓͐̿̄͊̈̈́̀͗̏̈́̀̒̃̀͋͊͗̈͘̕̚͠b̴̧̖̘̟̞̦̥͕̯̝͖̏̈́̾̍̄̏͊̓̂̎͌̎́̇̿̂͘̚̚͜͝͠ơ̷̢̡̛̗͍͖̹͚͚͍͕̱̩͖̞̖̫̖͈̜̯̜͇͇̖̮̦͙̲͖̼̯̮̙̦͇͇͗̾̄̎̊̊͊̉͑̇͊̋̓͑̈́̐̃͌͒̓͊̒̿̈́͋́̿̃̀͆̊̿̕̕͜͝͝͠͠ú̴̡̧͙̣̪̠̜̰̤̘̺̟̫̯̣͎̜͉̱̰͙̤̥͔̣̝̜̙̞̈́̍̄̈̔ͅt̷͈͉̺̲͚̬͇͇̼̩͚͉̗̯̩̠͎̮͈̲̝̬̥̠̯͗̀͂̌̿̓̐̈́͑͋̓̕̕͘̕͜͝͝͠͠ ̸̡̨̧̡̧̧̛̛̛͎̳̬̫̙̼̦̗͉̝̘̺͎̭͙̹̤͕͇̤̖̼̫͇͔̰̯̮̺͖͇̜͔̝͇͈̪̹̠̬̙̥̠̰̇̅̾͐̊̒̆̀̄̒͛̾͒͌͒̂̊̎̐͋͛͗̕̕͜͜͝ţ̸̢̡͕̫̭̗̜͈̣̬̭̝͉̰̩͉̥̟̯̻̬̜̣̙̜͚̮̙͔̘͙͙͎̪̦̗̣̣͔̦͍͇͕̳͕̺̮̣͈͈̫̥͙̎̂̇͑̍̇̀̂̃͛̀͌̓͂̓͗̆͗̀̏͆̽̽̌͊̍̒̈́̉͐̄̏͛̌̇͐̌̐̈́̚͘̕͘͜͜͜͜͝͝͠͝͝͝h̸̨̧̨̨̡̛̛̛̙̩͕͇̬̤͇̜̫̗̹̬̫̱͐̋̌̈́̄̌̃͗́̏͛̉̆̿̓̑̈͌̉̌̊̉̑̋̂̓͐͒̐̾̀͘̚͝ͅa̶̞̟͊͐̉̔̒͝t̴̢̨̧̢̧̡̛͙̫̤̟̯̤͉̬̩̯͍̲̰̬͖̬̙̼̳̠̫̜̘̥̙̰͔̥̹̮͔̗͕͖̦̲̞̰̺̦͕̣̳̭̹̥̹̤͈̲͓̻̆̄̋̉͛̄͊͋͒͑̎͋͊̀͒́́̉̀͑͗̀̀̂̈͊͑͊̕̚͘͜͠͝͝ͅ