[Familiarity bred a certain contempt, and contempt when nurtured and cultivated over centuries became an almost casual bitterness towards the object. Her tragedy was as much a weapon as it was just a casual reality that she lived with every day. But unlike him, she clung to the trappings of her pasts that defined her. Her bridge was her bridge, and it served to give her an identifying mark. Part of her hated it, like one hated the anchor that they were tied to as they plunged into the sea. but it was hers, and that somehow mattered to her.

Weird the things you clung to.]

Seems that's the one thing this place is having trouble with. Getting lots of extra people to populate. I'm not sure why. But it doesn't seem able to hold many of us at a time, does it?

Do you think it'll try to create its own people from the paper eventually?