WHEN I WAS IN EIGHT  GRADE  I  DECIDED I 
 WAS DEAD. MY  SPIRIT  HAD LEFT MY  BODY, 
             NEVER TO RETURN.             
                                          
 I REMEMBER SITTING IN  MY PARENTS CAR ON 
 A CLOUDY,  WATERY  DAY, GETTING  A  RIDE 
 SOMEWHERE. IT  FELT  LIKE  I HAD  SOLVED 
 SOME  GREAT  PUZZLE.   I'VE   SOLVED  NO 
           PUZZLES SINCE THEN.            
                                          
  INSTEAD, I'VE BEEN MINDLESSLY PILOTING  
 THIS BODY AROUND. I STILL GIVE  IT LIFE, 
 SOMEHOW. LIKE A GOLEM, AND  I TRY NOT TO 
 CARE  TOO  MUCH,  BUT  I  DO.   IT'S   A 
   CONTAMINATED GOLEM, THIS ONE. PURITY   
 CLOUDED  BY MY  ECHO.  AFTERGLOW  OF  MY 
                  SPIRIT.