a barren land I wander all day and night. My feet are heavy and I have already blurred vision. (Where am I?). I raise my head and I feel the sweat running down my cheeks, falling helter-skelter. (What am I doing here?). I look down, I have something on my skin. Turn my head in a quick motion with my hands and touch the mark. No, not going ... It's not paint. 1104. I have a 1104. (Is that what I am?). Blank memory and only a number burned into my side. (But what ...?). Keep walking, but my feet do not leave a mark on the sand around me. I have no place to return to and I'm naked. I am a number one among millions and millions of numbers and I are destined to die. Do I have a goal? (Does it matter?).
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