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The Psychic Smog floods my mind. “Silly human” it says, wagging an imaginary finger. Its voice sounds like a colorful, greasy oil slick - “You still think the God Zilla is a mere dinosaur. Think again. It’s one of us.” The smog lies, but it tastes like truth.

Description
The Psychic Smog floods my mind. “Silly human” it says, wagging an imaginary finger. Its voice sounds like a colorful, greasy oil slick - “You still think the God Zilla is a mere dinosaur. Think again. It’s one of us.” The smog lies, but it tastes like truth.