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- author: Grant Morrison's Doom Patrol
- content: '"Would you like something? Tea? Cakes? We have everything except hope. There
- is no hope. We are shadows stumbling through the endless freezing dark of existence.
- Empire biscuits? All is futile. We try to impose meaning on the chaos of being,
- but there is no meaning. Fairy cakes? We cultivate a pointless optimism as our bodies
- decay and disintegrate towards the grave. We hope for the future, but in the end
- we come to dust. In the end, even the stars are extinguished and entropy reduces
- everything to a valueless nullity. We cannot win. We cannot break even. We cannot
- even stay out of the game. There is no hope. There is no escape. We are alone with
- this endless horror."
- "That''s okay. I like it here."'
- id: 08194ec6-69e8-44b8-9894-ecda76520084
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