In the final pages of We I am forced to say goodbye to D-503. The soulful, sinful beast that represents the common beast in today's society. I strongly believe that We was a novel meant to make your mind stretch, calculate, form some sort of understanding that nothing is finite. Not even the universe. These records are clear and precise in showing readers that in a perfect world there are serious problems.
For one:
Not everyone will want to be perfect.
For two:
Souls enable one's clear and mathematical thinking.
For three:
Even in our darkest hours we still have our creative mind.
We, as individuals, cannot be ripped away from ourselves. Not our imagination it is what makes us who we are.
Alas, it is late.
Adios.
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