#mori ego

[ryanisce]

something in me just wanted me to draw this so here

i wanted to draw Unus + Mori like that too but :( tired,, i need to sleep more

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Headcanons: Memento & Mori

General

For countless millennia, Memento and Mori were among the many gods who oversee the cycle of life and death (though Memento was more in charge of the memories of life)

Their true forms are eldritch-like...enough to drive a human mad. If they must interact with humanity, they take on more mild forms.

Stories claim they’re faceless, have striped tendrils and 4-6 wings with hypnotic eyes, and carried large hourglasses on their backs or in their hands like lanterns.

But in 2019 they both got kinda bored of doing the same things...and humanity intrigued them with their new “customs”.

At some point they learned about the Internet, then the YouTube community, and finally Mark and Ethan’s work--and appeared to them.

They wished to experience life as humans for one year, and because of the YouTubers’ influences on the population they asked if they could use their image in order to partake in “Internet traditions”.

Mark and Ethan were understandably shocked but they agreed...on the condition that they made their own separate channel.

And thus, Unus Annus began.

⌛ Memento ⌛

Full name is Memento Unus.

He’s a few decades older than Mori, so in a way he’s like his mentor when it comes to safeguarding souls.

Despite this, he’s much more hesitant about the “Internet customs” he and Mori agreed to try for a year--not wanting to hurt his friend.

His sole duty is the preservation and alteration of memories.

And because of that, he’s got such an excellent memory himself. He’s got plenty of stories to share if you’re willing to lend an ear.

Memento can also tap into the subconscious of anyone he makes physical contact with and see all of their memories.

If there’s any gaps--say in someone with amnesia--he can insert new memories or dig around for the missing pieces.

Or if there’s..less than pleasant memories someone wishes to forget, he can change them into happier ones.

But he does make sure the person forget he gave them memories, so they don’t go telling others.

He visits the Crankegos from time to time, though when he peered into Blank’s memories--he was so shaken up he couldn’t speak for the rest of the day.

So...he just tries not to let his curiosity get out of hand. Though it’s his biggest weakness.

💀 Mori 💀

Full name is Mori Annus

Very soft-spoken, and optimistically nihilistic.

He’s just like “everything ends eventually, so let’s make the most of it!”

That’s why he’s so willing to agree to try insane things like neti pots, sensory deprivation chambers, and playdough consumption.

He’s more like a curious child if anything.

One of his major duties as a god is safeguarding souls--and tending to fragile ones--before passing them onto the afterlife.

The earlier the soul leaves a person’s body, the weaker it is.

The most fragile are from deaths that occurred instantaneously, without giving the soul itself any time to prepare for departure.

None actually shatter, but still....Mori is extremely careful and nurturing to each and every one--regardless of the individual it once shaped.

He’s just an extremely empathetic entity.

He’s fond of classic, instrumental music. It bring him some serenity.

Lurks around the other Ipliers on occasion, but he usually keeps his distance and focuses on the UA channel alongside Memento.

[projectwkm]

whatever you do don’t listen to “as the world caves in” by matt maltese and think of unus and annus on their final day of the channel before they die!!

[energyember]

Memento Mori. Unus Annus.

[obsidiancreates]

Okay I wanna talk more about my Unus Annus AU where Mark/Mori is a death god and Amy if a life goddess and they’re in love.

Okay so I used Google Translate and it says that “Vita” is Latin for “Life” so Life Goddess Amy will be henceforth known as Vita.

Mori first met Vita thousands of years ago. Vita was helping a dying animal find the strength to keep living, because she knew that if it recovered it would have many years longer to live. Mori showed up to claim it’s soul upon it’s death. Vita refused to let him claim the animal, though, and continued to comfort and reassure it. Mori was intrigued by her determination and refusal to back down from him, a Death god, a bringer of the one inevitability that is certain to befall all living creatures.

He met her a few more times over the next couple of centuries, and his intrigue became admiration, which grew into fondness, and eventually became feelings of romance.

Vita had been wary of this Death god for many years, until one day (sometimes between his states of admiration and fondness), he just... backed down. Didn’t try to tell her that Death is inevitable. Didn’t try to argue that she’s only delaying what had to come eventually. Didn’t put up any fight at all, really. He just told her that perhaps, since life is so fleeting anyway, it didn’t matter if he claimed this soul sooner rather than later. Perhaps they deserved a bit more time.

After that, their encounters were less a struggle between life and death, and more just a meeting of the two. 

There were a few times when even with all her effort Vita couldn’t give someone/something more time, and when Mori came to claim the souls, he was more gentle than before. Less “This was inevitable, I hope you made the most of your time, you’re never getting it back,” and more “It’s alright. Your time may be up but your memory still lives, I’m sure it will go on to inspire others and their use of their time.”

At one point they began to set up meeting simply to see each other. They took on more human forms and walked about the world together, pretending that weren’t opposing forces of nature. It became a regular part of their lives.

It let them learn more about humans too, which was very helpful to Mori. He learned more about how humans view death and why they fear and struggle against it so much (or why some don’t fear it quite enough). 

They liked to visit little restaurants and parks together. Mori was rather shocked when, after a tree in their favorite park was knocked over in a storm, he felt sorrow about it. He didn’t want it’s time to be up. 

He helped Vita plant a new tree in it’s place. It was nice.

It’s a struggle to keep the relationship a secret from Mori’s partner in death, Memento. Memento dealt with the memories of those past, not the passing itself, but he would sometimes pop in unannounced when Mori was out collecting souls.

Mori thinks that Memento doesn’t know about him and Vita, but Memento actually caught them on one of their outings centuries ago. He’s fine with it, hopes it works out for them. Mori was a lot grumpier before he met Vita.

Anyway I made up all this off the top of my head and I’ve run out of other ideas. Hope y’all like it!

[ego-ipliers]

I found me a white pen and some black papers ⚪⚫

Memento Mori

Unus Annus

[strawbabybug]

Memory pt 2

part 1 here: (x)

death/violence tw (don’t worry, theres gonna be a part 3 where i Fix Things)

Memento (Unus) goes to find the entity that corrupted Wilford’s spirit and finds more than he bargained for...

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What was Time to a god? What was Death? When you’d lived so long, been through so much of humanities’ worst moments, perhaps you simply stopped fearing the end. They spoke so much of accepting the end, yet when it came to it… He was afraid, wasn’t he? 

Or maybe it was less that he was afraid of the end, but of what happened after. Not for him. Whatever faced him in the endless abyss, he could take. But what of his partner, who had never lived without him? What of humanity? What would happen after he was gone? Would he be replaced? Or would Time itself simply cease to be? Cease to be controlled, until all the world was full of plotholes and messed up lines? 

Would Mori mourn him? Or would the god of Death simply understand that it was his time and move on with his grief? He’d hate to think of him crying like he did when he was first created, a simple child in the new world needing to come to terms with loss.

He supposed it didn’t matter much in the end, however. Everyone died. It’s what they represented. It’s why they were named as they were. Memento Mori. Remember death. Even the gods could be killed, their golden ichor spilled on marble floors. This was simply part of life. He could do nothing but accept it. 

But there was one regret. 

He had never considered, after Mori came to be, that he would die alone. 

But he was the only one he could blame for this.

The wind blew colder when Memento finally found what he had been searching for. He could feel the same strangeness on the “man” standing on the hilltop with his arms folded behind him as if waiting for something, the same oddity that he had felt on Wilford. Something familiar to his own power, but corrupted somehow in a way he still didn’t understand yet. 

As he walked up to the man, he knew something was wrong. He could feel it in the static air as he felt the world greying around him. The man was wrong. He didn’t exist- not like anyone should exist. Even looking at him, it was headache inducing. Red and blue trickled behind the grey aura he emitted. 

“It’s strange, isn’t it? How it all goes in circles? Like a wild game of cat and mouse?” The man’s voice was low, seeming to echo through the open landscape, quieting all natural sound with the ringing that followed him. “But I suppose you don’t remember me in this form. Besides, I’m sharing with a few others now.” 

As the man turned around, Memento recognized Damien’s face, though much more distorted, as though his face was no more than an illusion. As he stepped closer, squinting through the facade, he could see eyes that were startlingly similar to his own- as though the true face underneath were his own, or a face that resembled his, at the least. 

But as he looked into those eyes, looked into the soul inside them, he found himself in a black abyss. 

Blinking, he looked around, his brows furrowing as he looked at the empty Upside Down, confused. This wasn’t how it usually happened. He’d see them, see through their eyes in the Mindscape he brought them to, but he was himself in the wrong place. This was Mori’s realm. This was… Death. 

The emptiness was broken by a single snowflake. Then another. And another, another, until Memento was surrounded by an empty snowstorm, dead branches whipping around him in the fierce wind. They cut into his suit, leaving tears in the pressed black fabric, drawing black blood from his arms and face. It was all he could do to try and shield himself from the branches, try to cover his ears as the ringing in his ears grew louder until it was shrieking through the storm, shaking the ground he stood on. 

As the wind seemed to ease up, Memento looked up, finding himself surrounded by mirrors embellished with golden frames. He looked around, seeing himself, his eyes wide and… frightened. He stared at himself, seeing the fear in his own soul, something he thought he’d long gotten past. 

The ringing was deafening, and as cracks began appearing in the mirror, his own reflection changed, and suddenly, he was looking at a much younger version of himself. A small boy in a toga with the flames of Alexandria in his horrified eyes. Memento felt the ground hit his knees as he watched himself fall to his knees, holding his chest as he felt a piece of himself die, be destroyed and forgotten from the world forever. He could still feel it in his heart, that hole that was never recovered. 

The glass shattering from the mirrors, heavy shards and tiny pebbles alike, began swirling around him, and only now, as he came back to his own senses, did he realize that the man had wanted to be found. This was a trap, to get rid of Time through killing Memento. 

The swirling stopped suddenly, the sparkling shards suspended in the air around him like glittering stars in the clear moonless night. 

And then he saw it. The Manor. 

He understood. 

There was once a man who had craved power before anything else. Who had sold his soul for it, who had invited a demon into his body to gain all earthly and otherworldly power. Together, they’d caused chaos for Memento and Mori, hundreds of years ago. They’d trapped them there, keeping them from affecting anyone else. He remembered it. With Mori’s power, it had been almost easy. 

But he saw the flashes of memory, the echoes of the past which told a story of love and betrayal and rage that was taken advantage of. Mark’s mind had been poisoned by the influence of the spirits of that house, and in turn, he had fueled them. 

He saw the way that they broke free, how they stole Celine and Damien’s bodies, how the new trapped souls were able to convince the District Attorney to let them take their body, how the man Memento had trapped all those years ago had snuck out to freedom with them, trapping the D.A. in the house in his place. 

“You can’t stop me a second time,” the man’s voice crooned in the emptiness as everything disappeared except the shattered mirror shards. “It’s too bad that your other half isn’t here to save you this time. Tick tock, your time is up~!” 

As Memento looked around for the man, he caught the reflection in one of the bigger shards. He could see him smiling in triumph for a moment before it was replaced with his own disheveled face. In another shard, he saw a woman- Celine- with her eyes closed as if unconscious- then Damien in the same state in another shard. 

The ringing suddenly started again, causing Memento to double over with a scream as it rang in his head, through his body- he could feel the shards swirling again, cutting into his skin as they flew by him. The air was freezing, but the blood he could feel from the cuts, coming from his ears, his eyes, his nose, dripping from his tongue- it was all burning hot. 

He was choking on the hot, sticky liquid, unable to speak as it spilled from his mouth, coughing it out in pitch black globs like solidifying oil. He could feel the tears spilling from his eyes, running streaks down his cheeks, and it all amounted to the overwhelming realization that he was truly afraid for the first time in millenia. 

He just wanted it to stop. 

Be careful what you wish for, as the age old saying went. 

He almost didn’t notice the glass shards piercing every inch of his body. The spear ripping through his chest took up too much of his attention. He almost laughed. It was the hand of a grandfather clock. 

It was so quiet. The man was gone. Damien and Celine were gone. He was alone, not even the shards or clock hand remaining with him as proof that any of it had happened. Only the black abyss remained, the heat of the blood pools that blended too well into it, only visible on his pale skin, bleeding fast from the wounds that remained. 

Shallow breaths were the only sound in the quiet. Memento didn’t know if he was already dead. Maybe this itself was Death. Maybe it was simply an eternity of this silence and the pain. 

He stared up into the darkness, feeling his eyelids growing heavier. He thought for a moment that he could hear Mori’s voice calling for him in the distance. Death was imminent. In these final moments, Memento thought of his other half. His partner, who had been by his side for many millennia. Life had gained so much more meaning once Death was there to remind him that Time was temporary. He was ready to accept it. He knew that Mori had the strength to go on without him. But a last reminder wouldn’t be remiss, and Memento could fade into the night with reassurance as long as he was sure that Mori knew. 

So his stained lips moved, his voice worn but soft. “If I should die and leave you here a while, be not like others sore undone, who keep long vigils by the silent dust, and weep.” 

“Memento!” Mori’s voice was louder now, filled with a hurt and a heartbreak that only seemed to make the hole in Memento’s chest wider. The pounding footsteps grew louder, and Memento could make out the bright whiteness of Mori’s suit against the darkness. 

Mori fell to his knees beside his oldest friend, his pristine suit being stained by the black blood spilling along the ground, his hands being covered as he held to Memento’s body, as if trying to staunch the bleeding despite them both knowing there was no use. 

Memento sighed a breath of relief at seeing his face, his hand gripping weakly to Mori’s suit, then his hand as Mori grabbed it, holding it between his own, kissing his knuckles with a hard breath. 

“For my sake – turn again to life and smile, nerving thy heart and trembling hand to do something to comfort weaker hearts than thine,” Memento whispered, keeping his eyes on Mori’s eyes, the brown being overcome by white as milky tears spilled down his face. 

Memento guided his hand up, Mori helping him keep his strength. They both closed their eyes as Mori leaned down to press his forehead to Memento’s. Mori let out a shaky sigh as he saw it all- everything that Memento had seen- Wilford, the Colonel’s memories, Damien and Celine, Mark, the house…

Memento let out a breath, opening his eyes slightly just to catch one last glimpse of Mori’s face. The one who had been with him through most of humanity’s tragedies, who had completed him and given him a reason to be. He hoped that this was enough to tell him everything that he’d never said aloud. “Complete these dear unfinished tasks of mine…” He swallowed hard, his breath catching as he felt another tear slip from his eye. “And I... perchance may therein... comfort you,” he finished through hard breaths, feeling Mori’s fingers tightening on his suit jacket. 

“Mem… no, you can’t- you can’t leave me, it can’t be your time,” Mori argued with a heartbroken whisper. 

“It’ll be alright, Mor. We know better than anyone… Everything comes to an end,” Memento breathed, his vision blurring too much to make out Mori’s features anymore. “Even us. You will go on without me. You’ll be okay. I accept this. And you…” Memento sighed, finally shutting his eyes. “You’ll always hold me with you.” 

Mori said something, but Memento couldn’t make out the words. The pain was faded like a distant memory, as was the feeling of Mori’s warm hands. All there was was peace. 

Memento Mori. Remember, you will die.

[spaceyshenanigans]

One Year

Characters: Mark, Ethan, Amy, Memento, Mori, UA

Summary: The origins of Unus Annus

Word Count: 2001

Notes: I really like the idea of Memento and Mori as egos, so this is basically an origin story of how they created the channel. I also wanted to stay relatively consistent with the lore on SCP-11325, so this is an origin story for her as well.This story includes my personal head canons about their powers and personalities.

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There are many layers of reality. There is the layer of life, where all people and creatures are born. There is the upside-down, a dark and twisted place that exists parallel to life. And there is a layer for all the common souls’ final resting place. Nothing lives in this layer of reality save three entities whose sole purpose is to keep the world running smoothly. Death is inevitable, after all, so there has to be someone around to stop any chaos. 

It’s hard to say if these beings actually do stop chaos, or if they’re just fixing their own mistakes.

“I’m boreeeeed,” one of them whined. He dressed in all black, slumped over the spiraling space around him. 

The entity beside him appeared to roll his eyes, though it’s hard to say for sure since his eyes were pure white, almost glowing. “Don’t you have work to do, Memento? These souls need to be processed.”

Memento sighed. “All we ever do is process souls! From the beginning of eternity to now. We don’t even get paid!”

He shot a confused glance at Memento. “‘Payed’? What does that even mean?”

Memento shot up, seemingly perfectly energetic now. “Come here, Mori, I’ll show you.”

Mori sighed, carefully putting away the soul he had been working with before following Memento. Memento grabbed a random soul, projecting out it’s memories all around them. The human was sitting in a building full of other humans, all of whom were slouched at desks and computers. 

“See?” Memento said, “They have these ‘jobs’ where they work all day like us, but they get paid to do it. Isn’t that cool? What do you think?”

“I think that you’re too attached to humans.” Mori replied.

“Don’t give me that, you’re attached, too!” Memento stuck out his tongue. Mori chuckled at the childish display, but didn’t deny it. He did love humans, even with his limited view. Sometimes Memento would share with him a funny or sad memory, but Mori rarely saw the whole life of a human. No, he saw death. The end preserves everything about a human, their emotions, their drive, their light. It would be hard not to love something so beautiful. Sometimes, Mori wished he could see humans in any other context than death, but it was not his place.

“You two seem busy.” A voice broke Mori from his head. Standing behind them was the only other person that lived in this place.

“UA, come look, I was showing Mori human jobs.” Memento said excitedly. UA, her full name Unus Annus, smiled and watched the memory. UA wasn’t like Memento or Mori. She controls the life cycle, and is arguably the most powerful entity in the layer. For one year, she lives, then dies, and a new year starts. All of the long dead souls come to make her, and she uses the energy to recycle the souls into new life. UA only ever retains pieces of her past iterations, and is a little different each life. In this iteration, UA is the most curious, always entertained by humanity's minutia.

“I take it today’s been slow?” UA asked after the memory ends.

“You have no idea. It’s so boring, doing the same thing every day until the end of everything.” Memento complained. “I want to do some of the human stuff!”

UA and Mori laughed at Memento’s mock despair. Soon enough, he joined them, laughing at nothing. Memento and Mori went back to their work, cataloging memories and setting the dead souls to rest, while UA wandered through the spirals. Memento’s words struck her. She had never considered actually doing human things before. The thought wouldn’t leave her be. She ran a hand through her black and white hair.

Her curiosity got the better of her.

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Mori held one particularly unsettled soul out in front of him. It was angry, lashing out at everything. This soul met a particularly violent death, and was not happy about it. Souls couldn’t manifest physical bodies in this layer, but this one was doing it’s damnedest. It took an hour to fully put the soul to rest, but Mori managed.

He let out a long sigh, tired. As he closed his eyes, Mori noticed something forming in the spiral. Now wide awake, Mori examined the spiral. Words formed in the center, alternating black and white. UA sent him a message? 

Mem, Mori, whoever sees this first, I might be in a bit of a… predicament. Please hurry.

Well shit. “Memento! Get over here!”

“What’s wrong?”

“UA needs help.” Memento quickly reads the message. “I can portal us to her.” Mori nods. Memento raised his arm, and slashed downwards, cutting an opening through the spiral. “This should take us to her location, or at least very close to it.”

Both entities walk through the opening, before it closed behind them. When they came out, they knew immediately something was very, very, wrong. This wasn’t their layer of reality. This was the layer of life, inside some human’s house by the look of their surroundings. Memento and Mori ghosted around the room, taking the form of invisible gas to hide from any humans in the area.

Just as they suspected, two humans walked into the room, talking in whispers. Memento and Mori listened in.

“I don’t know what’s wrong, Ethan, but Amy’s been acting super weird since I picked her up from the airport.” The dark hair human said.

“Maybe she’s sick?” The other human, presumably Ethan, replied. “Wait. Mark, where are you going?” 

‘Mark’ had been walking off in another direction, and stopped to look back at Ethan. “I have videos to record. I’m super behind on uploads. Do you think you could keep an eye on Amy for me?”

“Sure, man,” 

Memento and Mori decided to go to the room the two humans came from. There, they would a woman holding a calendar, the date November 14 circled. The woman turned around and looked straight at Memento and Mori, an impossible feat for a human. Mori new exactly who he was looking at by her black and white swirling eyes.

“Why would you possess a human, UA?! This is incredibly dangerous for everyone involved!”

UA looked sheepish. “It really was an accident, I swear. I tried to get out, but for some reason I got stuck inside. I was hoping you would bring me back.”

“Well, it’s not like we can leave you here.”

“Mori…” Memento grabbed his attention. “Those two humans out there suspect something. If we take her, they’ll know.”

“Shit. We have to take them, too.”

“I hate erasing memories.” Memento grumbled.

“I hate dealing with living souls.” Mori agreed. “You take UA, I’ll take the humans.”

Mori goes back into the open room. Human-Ethan was on a couch, reading through a device. Living souls were much harder to remove from the physical body. It took a lifetime's worth of skill to separate the two without causing damage. Once the soul was removed, the body slumped backwards, alive only in that the brain sent signals to the heart to pump blood, and the lungs to breath oxygen, and the stomach to break down energy. He did the same to Human-Mark.

Memento and Mori left the way they came, through the portal. UA immediately separated from Human-Amy, and the other human woke up.

“Where the fuck are we?!” Mark said, already in a panic.

“This will be much quicker if you calm down.” Mori said evenly.

“What will be easier?” Ethan said, also panicking.

“It wasn’t your fault, but you’ve seen too much. We have to purge some of your memories.” Memento said sadly.

That seemed to make Ethan panic more. “Please don’t do that, I really like my memories, and if it wasn’t our fault then there shouldn’t be a problem, right?”

Mori sighed, “If you’re trying to make a deal with death, you’re not doing a good job with it.” He hoped that would shut them all up.

Ethan’s mouth clamped shut, along with Mark who had been about to speak. Another voice took him by surprise.

“She said she wanted to experience humanity…” Amy said quietly. Mori shot a glare at UA. You poke to her?! His expression conveyed. We shared a head space. UA replied, not meeting the white of his eyes.

Mori turned back to the human girl, waving at her to continue. She spoke hesitatingly. “If you let us keep our memories, maybe we could show you humanity?”

Mori blinked, not expecting the proposition. It was an outlandish idea, but he was intrigued. “How, exactly, would you do that?”

“Uh, I have a pretty large following on the internet. They’re used to me doing weird shit, so they wouldn’t be bothered by experiments.”

Mori thought for a moment, before taking Memento and UA to the side. “Stay there,” He told the humans.

Now alone with the only beings he’d ever know, Mori asks for their opinion. 

“It does sound fun. Something interesting hasn’t happened here for years.” Memento says. 

“I’m only here for a year,” UA said. “There might be a new version of me after, but I’m going to be gone. Might as well make the most of it, right?”

Mori nodded, and brought them back to the human, waiting patiently and nervously.

“Here is how this will work,” Mori’s voice filled the silence. “You all will remember today. For one year, you will allow us to experience humanity through yourselves and this internet. At the end of the year, all evidence of us must be erased. Am I clear?”

Mark, Ethan, and Amy were silent, before Ethan spoke up. “We might be able to start a new channel, and delete it at the end to make things easier.”

Everyone seemed to be in agreement, so Mori held out his hand, Memento and UA following suit. “Do we have a deal?”

Mark looked to his friends for guidance. They all gave subtle nods. Mark steeled himself, and shook Mori’s hand. Following him, Ethan shook Memento’s hand, and Amy shook UA’s. There was a tremor in the universe as the Deal set, linking the souls to the entities. The spiral seemed to grow, warping around everyone into darkness.

Mark, Ethan, and Amy woke up where their souls had been taken, all hyperventilating, Mark rubbing his head where his body had fallen to the floor.

Outside the house, the three entities carefully watched. The building had been crawling with humans in hazmat suits, which Mori quickly relocated. A manila folder fluttered on the ground. Mori eyed the contents. Inside was a picture of UA, how the humans got it Mori had no clue, with the label SCP-11325. Further in, the folder also contained a photo of Memento and Mori, labeled SCP-11325-1 and 2 respectively. Mori let the folder disintegrate to dust.

“Looks like the humans were going to find us either way.” Memento said.

“On a scale of 1 to 10,” Mori said. “How bad of an idea is this ‘channel’ going to be?”

“Definitely 10.” UA said.

Memento perked up. “Hey, we need a name for our channel, right? What should it be?”

Mori thought for a moment. “Unus Annus.”

UA pouted. “You can’t name it after me!”

“You’re the reason we’re doing it.” Mori said.

“I think it’s great!” Memento said.

UA sighed. “Fine, fine, we name it Unus Annus.”

And so it was. Slowly the clock ticked down to the inevitable end. Everyday was a new adventure, a new experience. Sure, they saved time to do their real job in their layer, but everyday they spent more and more time in the layer of life. And when the end did come, the channel was deleted along with every video, every subscriber, every comment, every like. But then the re-uploads were taken down, the downloaded video files corrupted, photographs and video clips erased from the cloud. The only thing left, the only thing anyone was permitted to retain, was the memories.

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