The Sponge
RECORD
Name: $REDACTED
Alias: ['The Sponge', 'Helios', 'Solar Icarus', 'The Angel who flew too close to the Sun', 'Ace', 'P.I. R.J.', 'Spongebob Detectivepants', 'The Perpetrator', 'The Existence', 'Flameman', 'Dream boy' and 666 unknown...]
Classification: Artificial Organic Computer
Race: Human
Gender: N/A
Biological Age: N/A
Chronological Age: N/A
SCAN Rank: | B B
| A C
TIIN Rank: | B B
| A C
Reviewer Rank: 4 stars
Organizations:
- The Resistance
Occupations:
- Academic
- Detective
- Historian
- Musician
Variables:
$WOKE: +0.70 | # Almost certainly. They are quite aware of what's going on.
TRIGGER
Now I don’t want to end our love
But I just refuse living life so badly
But there must be a way to love
Without all the hurt and without the sadness
We can make it babe
So if you really care say you’ll give it a try
We’ve just got to save
The good times, then you’ll see there no need to cry
Wake Up babe let’s talk it over
There’s so much to lose if we said goodbye now
Wake Up let’s talk it over
C’mon use the music to make us fly now
Hey now babe it’s the only way
To draw to an end all this situation
I need you to take me away
To give me your love and your sweet sensation
We can make it babe
So if you really care say you’ll give it a try
We’ve just got to save
The good times, then you’ll see there no need to cry
Wake Up babe let’s talk it over
There’s so much to lose if we said goodbye now
Wake Up let’s talk it over
C’mon use the music to make us fly now
— from Lolita - “Wake Up”
RESOURCES
IMPORTANT_INFO_SolarIcarus.pdf
ECO
The Sponge is an Internet personality, said by some to have a ‘detective complex’. They are seeking-out information related to the Candidates and Ink.U, in the pursuit of answers.
He created an original theory (see above), which was disproven. After this, he went for more answers, often interpolating himself into The Machine to find answers. He is in the process of creating a new theory.
The Sponge of a test of Integration Theory, or, the ability for someone to integrate and accept all ideas.
ECHO
Will I wake up
Is it a dream I made up
No I guess it’s reality
What will change us
Or will we mess up
Our only chance to connect
With a dream
Say a prayer for me
I’m buried by the sound
In a world of human
Wreckage
I’m lost and I’m found
And I can’t touch the
Ground
I’m plowed into the sound
To see wide open
With a head that’s broken
Hang a life on a tragedy
Plow me under the ground
That covers the message
That is the seed
— from Sponge - “Plowed”