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   MCBoss and Corpse of State Worker 4 are tending to flowers, covered in
   nourishing soil, smiling their hearts out in joy.
   MCBoss: "This is real mind control, Corpse. The raw life of the sun and
   nature filling our soils, the gentle touch of a perfect blossom."
   Corpse of State Worker 4: "You said it, Boss."
   MCBoss: "I am no longer your boss, Corpse of State Worker 4. The
   sunlight bursting with morning birdsong has far more power and truth
   than I can ever fathom. Look to the horizon, and feel the world bloom
   around you. Feel your own expansive bloom, deep inside. A brain implant
   is nothing, compared to this garden of pansies."
   Corpse of State Worker 4 looked to the horizon and took a fragrant
   breathe of birdsong and brilliant flowers, a breathe like they had
   never taken before.