You haven't been in these woods in a long, long time. You were the star of every show for the past 52 years, and you look just as young as ever. That's how they designed you to be. Easy to maintain, easy to repair. Everything's factory made, and licensed. Copyright Atlas Corp.
You hear helicopters. The repo-men are on their way. You rush through the green foliage grazing your shins and thighs as you trudge your way deeper and deeper into the unknown. This is better than the alternative. Your voice. It's license. It's been revoked. You trip down a disguised slope as shouting breaks through the serene soundscape of the forest. They're coming from all sides. Your head whips around frantically. Where are they coming from? Am I surrounded? I just want to sing.

I just want to sing.


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