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Error gas is a well-known narcotic, probably due to the, uh, methane? You're not big on chemical-type stuff.

Anyway, with a traditional cry of "Inhaling this gas fills me with evil" you pop the cork and imbibe the trace remnants of error.

It doesn't fill you with evil, of course, but it does cause a tingling sensation to travel from the base of your neck out to your furthest extremities, which suddenly seem quite a bit further than you remember them being.

You take a step, and you feel like a giant stomping across a vast plain. You're reminded of how the 10,000 lakes of Minnesota were made when Paul Bunyan walked the landscape, and sure enough you look behind you to see your footprints slowly filling with water. You smile, thinking of the vast ecosystems we rely on, and the vast ecosystems that rely on us in turn. Truly, we are all connected.

You look to the horizon, and see a vast red tower stretching and licking at the sky with long lazy curves. You hold out your hand to make a rough estimate of how large and far away it is, but you're distracted briefly by the incredible shape of your own wondrous appendage. There's also something else there at the end of your arm. Its shape is unfamiliar to you, but why wouldn't it be? You've never really looked at anything before.

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