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The words pulsed on the page and then seemed to leap forward into his eyes, burning into his skull. The searing pain was worse than any gunshot wound. It felt like his whole body had exploded into a giant fireball. Organized thought was impossible. Every thought, each piece of knowledge, anything that was once him was scattered instantly into chaos. He was formless and void. There was some vestige of self-awareness, he was able to understand that this was happening to him, although he no longer remembered who 'he" was.
In moments he was everywhere, somehow he engulfed the universe. He was everywhere, he knew everything. Countless civilizations and wonders throughout the universe were his to experience, without any judgment or bias of his mortality. Like a god, everything was op
