***There are fields, Neo, endless fields... where human beings are no longer born. We are grown. For the longest time I wouldn't believe it. And then I saw the fields with my own eyes... watched them liquefy the dead... so they could be fed intravenously to the living. And standing there, facing the pure, horrifying precision... I came to realize the obviousness of the truth. © Copyright: Борис Голутвин, 2021.
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