Interfacing β The 'how' was a closely guarded secret. Something that was locked in safes and human heads across the river where they were manufactured. As to why? Your fingers don't know.
Intrusive thoughts from various sections of your psyche twice a day. The little bleeps and bloops you trust for info -- you can trust them completely. Nothing but good counsel.
Spoilers for Disco Elysium in abundance.
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