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The Latter Half of Eternity

Cautious after its most recent encounter, the soul circles the new body that it has found. The body seems complete and flawless, but the soul has been fooled before. It investigates, pokes and prods, but finds no problems.

Satisfied that the body is suitable, the soul extends itself to examine the brain. Tentatively, carefully, it caresses a few of the attachment points. The brain quivers seductively. The contact is pleasant and pleasurable, the taste almost sweet. There’s an aftertaste of something richer, more complex, intriguing. The brain is eager for the meld, and the soul commits and begins to attach.

Quicker than the soul can react, the few completed attachments are severed as though with a razor, and the soul is drawn in and enclosed. Something else is here, a heaving mass not of the body. The soul in horror merges with the remnants of other souls that this brain has trapped but not yet fully digested.

The soul frantically searches for an escape but there is none except for what is now inevitable.

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