Dream in which you are the world-detector.
This is a listing of every "entry" in a given game conversation as scraped from the game files. Entries often contain written dialogue, as well as conditional logic governing their appearance to the player. They also link to other entries, sometimes automatically and sometimes through player action. This page is best used to search for a specific word or phrase, as following the links in this format can be difficult. For an experience that better accommodates the branching structure of these conversations, see the corresponding interactive page.
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0 | None |
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1 | None |
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2 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Thoughts, baby. A million little lights in the dark. You're one fine instrument, brother -- all those faces and all those names, all that laughter and screaming and scheming around... Every corner and every street... |
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3 | Limbic System | Recorded in you. Forever. On ferrotape. |
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4 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | On and on it goes, for untold hours. At the disco where you first asked her to dance. Rising -- rising! -- above the dark curvature. The great wingspan of sleep, studded with stars. |
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5 | You | Spinning on empty. |
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6 | You | Spinning in eternity. |
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7 | You | Spinning, spinning... tell me, am I dreaming? |
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8 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | No. You're spinning tapes at the discotheque. The great, unceasing disco of the mind. The flash! The bang! The endless *learning* experience. |
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9 | Limbic System | Behold, there are *millions* of them down there. The first time. The last time. The smoke in her mouth, the potted flowers, the faces: turning, changing. |
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10 | You | *What* is it? |
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11 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | It's the *world*, Harry-boy. And you're *made* of it. Every day you're out there you make more of yourself from it. I'm afraid you can't be *unmade* now. |
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12 | You | The rain, the snow... I don't want to. It's beautiful. |
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13 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | You can never forget this shit. |
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14 | You | The colours. The voices. |
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15 | You | The endless visions. Erase them. |
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16 | Limbic System | Beautiful? It's *stuck* on loop... whirling, spitting out words and images. |
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17 | Limbic System | It's not possible anymore. It's *stuck* on loop... Whirling, spitting out words and images. |
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18 | Limbic System | All *stuck* on loop... Whirling, spitting out words and images. |
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19 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | You're the son of the World again. Harrister -- a ceaseless agent picking up litter and old newspapers, collecting your little bubble gum wrappers and idiotic picture post cards. Meaningless, meaningless keepsakes. |
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20 | Limbic System | Reading your awful letters and *recalling* things, aren't you? The endless names of the world... An address book, you are. The map of a city. |
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21 | You | That's right. I *am* an agent of the world. |
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22 | You | But what if I want to be the agent of nothing? |
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23 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | You'll go insane if you keep going like this. One more day and you'll be in the loonie bin. I just know you will. And for what, brother-man? |
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24 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | It's too late. You're not *made* of nothing anymore, you're something now, Harry. I tried to drown you in the black water but you re-emerged. Kicking and screaming. Running. And for what? |
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25 | Limbic System | Solving your little crossword puzzles? Doing your tasks, crossing names off your lists? Trying to become some sort of world-detector... It won't make it *okay*. It won't put smoke back in her mouth... |
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26 | Limbic System | Beep-beep-beep! The alarm is ringing, Harry. The disco circus goes on and on! You barely slept three hours last night. |
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27 | Volition | You can do it. It's nothing. Do it for the city. Go. |
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28 | Shivers | Do it for the wind. |
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29 | Logic | Do it for the picture puzzle. Put it all together. Solve the world. One conversation at a time. |
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30 | You | [Open your eyes.] |
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31 | You | Feel the pillow under your cheek. |
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32 | You | Why? |
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33 | Limbic System | Coz only love can break your heart... |
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34 | None |
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35 | None | IsTHCPresent("communist") or IsTHCPresent("moralist") or IsTHCPresent("ultraliberal") or IsTHCPresent("revacholian_nationhood") |
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36 | None | (IsTHCPresent("communist") or IsTHCPresent("moralist") or IsTHCPresent("ultraliberal") or IsTHCPresent("revacholian_nationhood")) == false |
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37 | None |
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38 | You | I can't give up. I have to keep going, for Revachol... [Pursue thought.] | IsTHCPresent("revacholian_nationhood") |
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39 | You | I'm building communism for all. This time we won't fail... [Pursue thought.] | IsTHCPresent("communist") |
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40 | You | I'm just looking out for my economic self-interest... [Pursue thought.] | IsTHCPresent("ultraliberal") |
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41 | You | We're making progress. Measured, steady progress... [Pursue thought.] | IsTHCPresent("moralist") |
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42 | Limbic System | There he goes again. He's a real political animal, our Harry. He still doesn't see that it's the world that's changing *him*... |
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43 | Rhetoric | For the working class. |
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44 | None |
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45 | None | IsTHCPresent("communist") |
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46 | None | (IsTHCPresent("communist")) == false |
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47 | None |
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48 | None | IsTHCPresent("ultraliberal") |
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49 | None | (IsTHCPresent("ultraliberal")) == false |
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50 | None |
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51 | None | IsTHCPresent("moralist") |
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52 | None | (IsTHCPresent("moralist")) == false |
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53 | None |
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54 | None | IsTHCPresent("revacholian_nationhood") |
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55 | None | (IsTHCPresent("revacholian_nationhood")) == false |
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56 | Empathy | For the greater good. |
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57 | Savoir Faire | For the money, baby. |
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58 | Endurance | For Revachol. Always and only Revachol. |
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59 | None |
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60 | You | Forget politics. I'll never sleep if I keep on like this. | Variable["whirling.upd_tried_cancel"] == false |
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61 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Are you sure? You could be closing the door on a brilliant and *special* future for yourself. |
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62 | You | You're right. It's time to get political. |
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63 | You | Yes, I'm sure. I am very boring and *apolitical* and sleepy. [Ignore thought.] |
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64 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | He's got no idea what he's in for. |
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65 | None |
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66 | None |
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67 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | I knew you couldn't resist. So now you're gonna change the world, but how? |
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68 | None |
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69 | Limbic System | Did you hear that? He's renouncing politics. He's *strictly business* now. |
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70 | Ancient Reptilian Brain | Just another thoughtless vessel ploughing the grey seas of the everyday. |
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