On the night of July 4th I cried thousands of tears for Connor’s suicide ending after I beat the game for the 3rd time.
It was such a pain to watch him along from a cold machine saying “I’m not alive”, to a deviant feeling “like I was dying…I was scared”, still he chose to end this free life rather than be taken control of. Can’t imagine what would happen to Hank if he knows about Connor’s death.
Couldn’t sleep at all so I played with a quarter, then recalled a spy coin I bought from Fraunces Tavern in New York. So this story came from this coin. Much appreciated, Commander Washington.
Everyone goes on about how algorithmically-targeted ads are so creepily precise that they know everything about you, but I still can’t convince my Google ads that I’m not pregnant, I don’t own a horse, and my purchase of a home thermostat was a one-time thing and not the start of a comprehensive thermostat collection.
