the same inside. Slate clean, memory finds a way to reveal. He proves it's not his mind, but his soul that makes him real. Here's your prime directive
He cried Slate clean Memories find a way to reveal He proves It's not his mind but his soul That makes him real Here's your prime directive Justice
same inside. Slate clean, memory finds a way to reveal. He proves it's not his mind, but his soul that makes him real. Here's your prime directive: Justice
