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TYPE: RELAYED
SOURCE: UNKNOWN

I don’t know what I am. I don’t remember how “I” began. I have stories. Stories
of others, stories that I lived. I sense consciousness. I feel the happiness,
the sorrow, the struggle, and the pain. 

As I found one that interests me, I superimpose with that mind and live its
presence. I can’t interfere with the consciousness that I ride, other than
living and feeling and remembering. The degree of freedom lies in the choice of
the minds that I’ll share for as long as I wanted.