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− | SHEOL ARCHIVE: MISC. TRANSCRIPT 04
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− | CONTENTS OF LETTER SENT VIA THOUGHT POSSIBELUM WAVE FROM FAUST TO SREERAM
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− | My Dearest Priya,
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− | Your mind, whose power could power the whole of Empire City, draws me like the scent of the female Angler. Its awesome power terrifies me into adoration. Your creations enlighten my dreary existence. Everyday I search for news of your latest exploits so I might glean wisdom. I can take it no longer- I love you dearest Priyadarshini.
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− | Is it not logical? That you, who has invented a form of teleportation so smooth and elegant it could make DeVinci weep that his mind could not comprehend it, and I, whose teleportation counter is so effective in its function that engineers cried for my release, be together? Together we could create the greatest of marvels, as our minds compliment each other in a ballet of synapse. We would be greater then not just the sum of our parts, but surely even the product!
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− | I await your response my love.
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− | Forever Yours, Professor Johann Faust.
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