1.I give the fight up:let there be an end.A privacy,an obscure nook for me.I want to be forgotten even by God.-By Robert Browning.Paracelsus 1835.
2.A woman voice:A whole new world on your wrist.I am Giguere de Corto.(gi gel d kut.)
3.Sal:There was just something about that woman that annoyed the fuk out me.
4.Anon:He never laid eyes on you.I love those guys who do it blind.
5.Anon:We close our eyes to pray,cry,kiss,dream,or break the law.You can stay anonymous.It's just really fukin hard.
6.Sal:You do this for what?Pay the bills?
Anon:Why else?
Sal:You might have,an agenta.
Anon:You got the wrong girl.
7.Sal:You really don't like look back,do you.
Anon:Like you.
8.Anon:I gave it to all of you.
Sal:The algorithm.这套算法.
Anon:Breaks my life up into fractions into seconds,and randomly stores them in the records of everyone else.But if you try to find that split second of me,it would go by without you knowing.You have to have the algorithm to put my entire life back together.If you want to look back.
9.Anon:It's not that I have something to hide.I have nothing I want you to see.
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