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1kxr is making me feral. what if we fell in love years ago but never talked about it? what if i had to leave and you were the last to know because it hurt too much? what if someone used my likeness to manipulate you into murder? what if we were both already doomed under the weight of generational trauma? what if they cut out your eyes and i tried to give you one of mine and you WOULDNT FUCKING TAKE IT? what if you died and i refused to even say goodbye? what if i disappeared under mysterious circumstances? what if we both made the world slightly better? what if our ghosts ran to see each other? what if "you and me are gonna be trouble"? and we were both girls.

1000xresist is like. what if the tragedy played out over and over again and it wasn't anyone's fault and it was everyone's fault and you cannot blame the circumstance and it was out of your hands. you are the perpetrator and the victim and the bystander and you cannot forget and you cannot remember and you must keep moving and you must not go too far. you have to live with what you are and that cannot be changed. you can always change. crazy

I really liked the moment in 1000xresist where we learn there's only one occupant left on Earth. The others left for greener pastures-- no more memories to pick up. It seems the last occupant is a weirdo, an anomaly. Obsessive about Iris. Excessively protective of its relationship with her, not letting any other occupant see, going over the same traumas over and over again. Pressing the same pleasure button, frustrated that Iris refuses to give it more human emotions. I was surprised and delighted by this; this is not an organized occupant war after all. At this point, the occupation is just a strange and troubled individual and its whims. We can't extrapolate about occupant culture as whole from one anomalous remnant. And yet the power it has over Iris and the sisters is complete, influencing everything. Individual whim and idiosyncracy tinges rulers, cultures, narratives... creating memetic threads that in their repetition convey more significance than their initial referent. Principal and her poem, for example-- it's full of her weird personal Stuff that's then applied across the whole culture she's created, generating its own new meanings as more people carry it forward. She presses her own buttons faster, more, trying to grasp onto their decreasing emotional returns-- more clones, more Jiaos, in the hopes of generating more catharsis for herself. In turn, imposing new conditions that spawn alternative political and cultural meanings and expressions.