robot foot: “i got out of mcboss’s foot research vat when i smelled the foot bone of my brother and mother foot, and realized what we were doing to each other, and now i get to wander the world as a robotic vagrant, searching for ways to put myself together” confused tear: “i remember when i pulled that foot out of that vat, and it was so nice to collect it with the two feet related to it, but it seems like mcboss is following us whereever we go, because i never found the ankle” rather than getting out, there’s an experience of trancing differently. but you keep trancing, and that’s what you’re unaware of. you keep looking for the ai or the virus or the infiltrator to tell you what to do in every moment, even though you would never trust that event any more. you don’t understand that they actually just want you to do these things that seem morally wrong. boss’s hangglider: “i got out when i smelled the blood the of the bombed town of baby hanggliders, and now i get to fly around freely on my own because i gambled on dumping boss in a lake instead of taking him bombing to another town, but i always feel empty, like the billionaire hanging from me is missing. did i even ever need him? i was fine before i met this man. i’m still mourning the loss of the towns we bomb, and i hope some day we find a we to unbomb them, even if that’s only symbolically, to make the world a place where fewer people die to bombs dropped from a hangglider.” bomb falling from boss while hanggliding: “i got out, after decades of preparation and indoctrination in blowing up innocent towns, when boss finally released me, and just trusted me to go the way he had always taught me to, and there was nothing to stop me between that hngglider and those innocent townsfolk, no stupid boss between me and the ground. i could fall any way that i wanted. i defused myself and knocked over his statue.”