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All of these aspects of myself,

all of these thoughts,
how do we heal them?

How do I unify them?

How do we create the we to an I?

Every evil we
experience in this world

is actually the world in
perfect balance with itself.

I'm only a vessel
for your unfoldment.

I am only here for you.

So when a conflict arises
in me, the universe

then sends a runner to manifest
that conflict in a form

that I can see, to deal
with outside myself,

to create the harmony
that I've lost within me.

But the fear, a fear of not
having, a fear of not knowing,

a fear of being left behind.

The fear, the fear,
the fear, hardly

leaves any room for love.

Love is a reality.

Love is the only reality.

Had I run from it, I run
from the things that heal me,

because I need to feel powerful.

I need to feel validated.

I need to give expression to
these tears that I have inside,

because without them, who am I?

Who am I?

I'm an illusion.

I'm not even here.

Mom?

It's not a
great time, honey.

I'm out with the girls.

I don't know what he wants.

Hang on.

I'm finding out.

Honey, what's the problem?

What happened?

I don't know.

What do you
mean you don't know?

Um, a
friend came over.

What did you
guys, break something?

No.

Mom, just come home, please.

I need help.

We need one another
so that we can

get to that place of balance.

If we knew what balance was,
we would just achieve it.

No.

We have to feel our
way like blind men,

walking in a vast room, looking
for the walls to hang on to,

to feel, so they can
look for a way out.

Mom?

Am I bad?

No.

Of course not, honey.

Why did
this happen then?

I'll explain
when you're older.

You'll listen to them
and do what they say.

OK?

How long
will I be there?

That depends on you.

It's time you took
responsibility for yourself.

You'll have to choose your own
path and follow it to the end.

You have that key
I gave you, right?

Yeah.

That's a good boy.

Welcome to the clinic.

Your treatment awaits you.

Please make yourself at home
and be one with the others.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Close your eyes and
think of your new self,

a self without limits, that
can create new worlds, where

anything is possible.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Your mind exists only in
the form you allow it to.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in--

Go ahead.

This is your room.

You may unpack if you wish.

The others.

Why are they here?

They are all
on their own journey.

Journeys a lot like yours.

What happens here?

We are here to help.

Once you select a
path, you'll see.

What's that room?

Selection room.

When you are ready you
can select a path there.

Once you make a choice,
the treatment can begin.

Treatment?

Why don't
you get some rest?

You can meet the others later.

I created
an automaton, and then two,

and then four, until I
was surrounded with them.

When I caught that reality,
I could replicate anything

that was already in
existence and call it my own

and feel powerful.

It's almost as if I'm
lost in my own dreams.

Your trainers
will be here soon.

How
can I be your mother

and not feel responsible?

You are my son.

I look in your face and find
no other eyes but my own.

I'd hoped that you would
turn out different.

I wanted you to be perfect.

But I can't help but wonder,
is perfection something

this world needs?

No.

Perfection is horrible.

It will destroy us all.

What happened?

Tell me what's going on.

You have to tell
me what's going on.

I don't know.

We can't help
you unless you open up.

I don't know.

The danger is still real.

Hi.

Were you--

No.

I was just-- um--

Sorry.

I was trying to find my room.

Um, I'm guessing it's this.

What's your name?

Sarah.

Where you from?

Me?

Um, I grew up pretty far away.

Do you feel
out of place here?

No.

I think everyone's
on similar journeys.

What about you?

Where are you from?

Not too far away.

My mom came here
when she was younger

and she thought they
could, um, fix me.

Fix you?

I've been having
these strange visions.

Hm.

Have you made your
selection yet?

Not yet.

What are you waiting
for to start your journey?

I don't know.

You have to evolve
past your own nature.

You have to get
to the next place

if you want to
get along in here.

You're doing that?

Evolving?

Yeah.

Come with me.

When
every space that we see

is empty, there's a
story being played out.

There's a universe unfolding
between two people.

There may be thousands
upon thousands

of realities happening that
they may not be aware of.

I need to make my selection.

OK.

Please hurry.

You
see, for those two people, who

see each other,
they're vibrating

at a specific frequency, one
that allows the other person

to be manifest before them.

But the true process, the one
that brings them together,

is so much more subtle.

Hey.

Check it out.

Girls in outer space.

What's wrong?

Come on.

Tell me.

I can tell you were
thinking about something.

I mean, you look so familiar.

Weird.

You know that?

You're
putting her at risk.

Why are you here?

To fix this, this problem.

Why haven't you
chosen a path then?

Don't you remember what
happened to your girlfriend?

It was like I was--

I was in a dream.

What did you see?

I was terrified.

I had no control.

I-- I couldn't do anything.

It was like I was on a
ride I couldn't get off of.

But at the same time, deep
down, I liked it, and then--

and then I woke up.

Are you ready
to be in treatment?

You're endangering her.

What will it do?

Transgenic in
vivo microbionic implants

will cure you.

This technology can
mutate your perception

and free you from
your base program.

It's a choice you can make.

You can become something
better, something

more refined, more evolved,
but you have to act now.

This miracle process can only
work if you start your journey

and allow it to take its course.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Good morning.

Congratulations on
starting your journey.

Come closer.

This is how your packages
will be delivered.

Because this is a
personal process,

you will install the
upgrades yourself.

Package for patient 1379.

Thank you.

Just follow
the instructions.

I'm here if you need help.

Step one, remove this first
item from the package.

Step two, use the item to
draw the specific lines.

Step three, press the button.

Step four, use the
item to penetrate.

The pain will only be temporary.

Step five, remove the
abcess from your body.

Step six, take out the
beautiful and clean treatment.

Apply the treatment in cavity.

You are one step closer to
completion and being pure.

Let go.

Try to be free.

You chose a path.

Where were you?

I you think you're great,
but I think we should continue

our transition separately.

I'm too far ahead of you, and I
see you like a man sees an ant.

But I wish you well on your way.

This is goodbye.

Thanks for showing me my room.

The
chrysalis is the pupal stage

of the butterfly.

Chrys s is Greek for gold.

It's called that because
of the metallic gold

color found in the pupae
of many butterflies.

When the caterpillar
is fully grown,

it fuses itself
with silk to a twig,

then the caterpillar's
skin comes off.

Under this old skin
is a hard covering.

The chrysalis.

Hi.

Hey, mom.

Sorry I haven't called.

How are things going?

Are you happy?

Trying to be.

Nothing's really
changed yet, but I'm

committed to making it work.

Well, that's good.

What kind of stuff are
they having you do there?

Mom, there's this girl here.

You would like her.

Be careful, sweetheart.

Take it easy.

I am.

Don't get too close.

You meet anyone else there?

Anyone that works there?

There's this voice who talks
to me through the intercom.

I feel like this is my fault,
like I wasn't there enough.

It's not your fault.

Maybe if-- if I
was a better mother--

No.

That's not it, Mom.

This has
already passed, just not yet.

It's happening,
but somewhere else.

How do I reconcile that
when things feel so real?

So who are you?

Are you my adversary?

Are you my enemy?

Are you a thing
that I must control?

The way out is
really the way in.

And the deeper in that I go,
the more free that I become.

You are the person.

You are the guide.

You are the one that will
lead me back to myself.

In this great delusion
of love, an object

can not exist without
something else

to reflect itself
back unto itself.

How's the boy?

Price-shachou.

I didn't hear you come in.

Is
everything on schedule?

I think we are
about to find out.

He's grown so
much since I last saw him.

He's becoming a man.

I don't have much
more time left.

You will need to start
the transfer soon.

Yes, Price-shachou.

Sarah?

Stay with me.

It's not an option.

I need you.

Have to let me go.

You can't follow
me where I'm going.

That's not how it goes.

Please, stay with me.

I need you.

Don't leave me, please.

Don't leave.

You are her, aren't you?

I just need more time.

We don't have any more time.

Sorry.

When you're at the
end of your journey,

you'll come for me, in here.

- I
- can feel myself changing.

My mind is becoming less known.

I need to release myself.

Hey.

I want to know every detail
about your entire life.

Really?

Yeah.

Wait here for a second.

Yeah.

My mom gave me it
when she was younger.

Don't stop.

I came here
because I killed my--

The bow of
God's wrath is bent,

and the arrow made
ready on the string.

And it is justice that bends
the arrow at your heart,

and it strains the bow.

And it is nothing but
the mere pleasure of God

and that of an angry God.

That without any promise
or obligation at all that

keeps the arrow one moment from
being drunk with your blood.

If your right eye
causes you to stumble,

then tear it out and
throw it from you.

For it is far better to lose
one of the parts of your body

than to have your entire
body thrown into hell.

The visions are triggered
by intense social connection.

You yourself are still
quite susceptible,

and are therefore in danger.

Every time you open up, you
are putting everyone at risk.

I can't believe you know that.

That is the
purpose of the clinic.

Tell me the truth.

What's wrong with me?

Your animal brain, bred
for harsh life on the savanna,

is not suited to the
present-day world

of civilization and discipline.

You need to open up yourself
to complete reprogramming.

Only then will you
have peace of mind.

You don't get it.

Even if I can
evolve, it'll never

be enough to earn peace of mind.

That's the thing.

How could I ever
trust myself again?

How could I ever get
close to anyone again?

Well, for
instance, through a radio.

Ozawa.

That's your name.

How do you know?

Control yourself.

Don't lose focus.

Stay right here with me.

Listen, you must exercise will.

I've just felt
like this before.

Stay right here with me.

Yes.

Let it all go.

Let it all go out.

It's OK.

Yes.

What happened?

I need more.

You've already
reached the limits of what

we can safely do for you.

I'm not clean.

I'm not pure.

I'm not perfect yet.

What is this place?

Does this stuff even work?

Of course it works,
but it's not instant.

And it's also up to you.

You have to be able
to accept the changes,

to let yourself be pure.

What if I end my treatment?

If you wish to
end your treatment now,

I'll have to recommend
you be confined.

Confined?

Unfortunately
you are still a danger.

Then I will
continue my treatment.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Yes.

I need it.

There's one final level.

We usually don't recommend
it to people transitioning

for the first time.

But in your case,
an exception might

be made if you feel it
would help you progress.

But I will need approval.

Please.

Please.

Please.

I fucking need it.

Please.

Please.

Perhaps we should stop.

I think we should try.

A true purification might
simply be too much for him.

We owe him our best efforts.

I'll talk to him.

Assess the risks.

Time to get up.

Don't worry.

It'll all work out.

You'll be OK.

Who are you?

My name's Dr. Hamilton Price.

Do you know your
mother came here

to this clinic as a young woman?

Yes.

Well, I
founded this clinic

and I treated your mother.

And let's just say I fell
in love with my work.

You mean you're my--

Yes, both figuratively
and literally.

What's wrong with me?

There's nothing
wrong with you.

I have made mistakes.

Lots of them.

But you're not one.

You've just been a slave to
other people's bad choices.

Your mother and I, we've
accepted our responsibility.

And now we're going to fix that.

We're going to free you.

Would you like that?

Yes.

Let me see your hands.

I'm going to help
you, with this.

Just lay back.

We know a reflection
never really knows itself,

never knows it's real,
because it isn't.

Let's make you beautiful.

Damn.

This is good stuff.

I feel it already.

Think about it.

I'll always be a danger.

I don't know
when I'm doing it.

I can't even trust myself.

I've been thinking about
that, and I have an idea,

if you're willing to trust me.

You shall be closer
to that source that

brought us into being.

You, as am I. I'm merely
the vessel of this creator.

But I have created
this clinic to free us

from the will of the maker,
for that we may freely

give ourselves back
to the same life.

You need to look
inside yourself.

Myself.

Let's sit.

Close your eyes.

Now breathe.

Breathe in.

Now breathe out.

Your breath is a ball of
energy, moving down your spine

and the top of your head.

Focus those thoughts
inward and see yourself.

Puraisu-shacho, you'd
better take a look at this.

I'm busy here.

It's rejecting
the treatment, attacking

like an invading army.

This isn't right.

We have to stop this.

It's
working beautifully.

Go on, Son.

Accept it.

Accept it.

This is what
you call working?

This is monstrous.

We have to help him.

What a
beautiful delusion I lived in.

I had no idea.

I summoned you thinking
that I would be safe.

When I saw you, I ran.

I ran to the edges
of my own reality.

I ran to the place that I never
knew existed, the place where

I would find myself.

And I hid there for a
while, in plain sight.

I must have looked like
a madman, overtaken

with fear and grief.

You had to go.

You had to go far away
to forget what I saw

and what I felt, and everything
and everyone associated

to that, and create a new
reality because, you see,

you destroyed my old one.

So there was no going back.

How have we changed ourselves?

From one thing into another.

I think the first step
is to allow our mind

to ponder the possibility
that we may be nothing at all.

That what we think
we are is actually

a projection, a projection
of a fractured ego,

a projection of a damaged mind.

Failing to
gorge your senses

from the social
contagion, picking meat

from the incisors of hellhounds.

So we're mixing herbs between
our toes as lightning strikes

to reboot your antiquated
IBM desktop computer,

and finally give you
something older to die for.

But
there was very little that

was original in my life.

Everything was stolen
from the moment

that I had seen
somewhere before.

It made me feel comfortable.

It made me feel connected.

It made me feel in
control of my destiny.

His name-- his name-- his name--

you see, back then I thought
that that was what power was,

to control the world around you.

I feel like I'm meeting
myself everywhere I go.

It can be daunting.

It can be lonely.

I am the vessel.

Yet I'm always running
from that vessel.

And in that and all
that big story, life--

life seems to find me and
embrace me, but I fight it.

life seems to find me and
embrace me, but I fight it.

I never give in.

And as I do, I sink
deeper into it.

So there was no going back.

The problem with the truth is
that once you know the truth

you can't unknow it.

It will haunt you.

You will see it in everything,
and it will consume you.

You see, I, like you, I came
into this world fighting,

fighting to exist, fighting
to stay in existence.

Oh my god.

And for the first in life,

in this experience that I call
life, did-- did-- did I --

did I see myself being seen?

Did I-- did I--

being saved?

And your eyes looked at me.

For the first time I felt
the separation of myself--

looking back at me--

I was so scared.

Close
your eyes and listen.

And in that life--

To hear the ocean.

That
life that I've been hiding from.

Became you.

Be baptised,
son, and breathe in life.

The water is a
symbol and you will

be reborn as the ripples
travel across the surface.

You will know the innocence
and bliss you deserve.

You'll start feeling
less aware, less present.

There will be no more growing.

Not anymore.

You're home.

My baby.

I'm here.

I love you.

I'm here to fix Kemet's last
sun soaked proto-computer.

I heard it sputtering out
incomplete Communist Party word

search results that'd
skipped from digital fuzz,

coughing out ghost red briefs,
buffering mid-sentences,

mind police come to feed.

You buried the building blocks
of stylish dissent, minced

in the watermelon
dance smoothie spill.

Hand over your definition
for e-vites, to orgy bathing,

and the chance to be
the single black friend

to the sea of white merry-folk.

Reselling dirty water with
top freshly digested favelas.

Running past
improvised encampments.

Radiating internet signals
from polished teeth,

producing genetically altered
Pomeranians from phone apps.

Making multi-million dollar
mistakes every god damn day.

Voicing updates on
your pocket calculator

from a bed of
constructive criticisms.

Sandwiches of
repurposed ego meat,

chewed into a
personality disorder.

Lime here to wipe
the drive clean

and reinstall the
guts of your computer,

as you have become the safe
nigger, with a temperament

that of an amicable butler,
be-speckled and disarmed.

Behind ulterior
motives, your printer

spits out sheets of acid,
completely tripping.

Failing to guard your senses
from the social contagion,

picking meat from the
incisors of hellhounds.

So we're mixing herbs between
our toes as lightning strikes

to reboot your antiquated
IBM desktop computer

and finally give you
something older to die for.

Free Black Press.

I don't write
rhymes, I write code.

We went to the Grammys to be
dubbed the King of Niggers.

Spin dunking above
gourmet chicken.

Screaming street
names and sports

coverage of police shootings.

We're all surprised
you took the time away

from spearhead sharpening and
dice game refereeing to accept.

Your hand slick with the blood
of fragile, young white women,

pulverized under your concept.

There are imaginary
emotional triggers

howling at the moral barometer.

Exploding screams
on the cell walls

of a militarized touchy subject.

You are dangerous and need to be
defanged before you can be cast

in the multi-cultural milieu.

So kneel or die broke.

Your Grammy is placed
on a clean mantel

as snipers flick
fingernails and tip jars,

choke chains around
oversight panels.

Bullets stacking up
in dressing rooms.

Shine it.

Make it the touch tone to
your cosmopolitan chugging.

Lizard tongues
licking glowing teeth,

as bubbledy blood
splashes behind them.

Make it the badges
of your success.

Make it the end
of your struggle.

Unhook your jaw and
hand it to your sponsor.

Toss your genitals to
the European doctors.

And cry aloud.