Unity rose.
She could have sworn she was dead a while ago. She thinks, at least, to be honest, she wasn't entirely sure.
She got up, and looked around.
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How long had it been dead? Or was it dorment?
Of this it was not sure, but then again, it's mind was empty of all thought.
It rose, and began to move for the first time in a eternity. Or was it simply a minute?
Was it simply rambling? Or is something in it's head just- Ow, ow, okay, okay, I'll shut up.
The Blank Slate walked into the lounge, with a large potato club in hand, bashed the speakers with it's fist.