Prescripts keep coming without a break. The City folk meet different ends depending on the Prescripts they receive, though their fates all share a commonality of cruelty. Their resentment, screams, tears, rage, and death… It’s too much for my eyes.
We no longer have to be driven to despair by the repercussions of our choices... We don't have to be worn down from the pain, standing in the field of thorns on our two feet. By filling up the part that can't be achieved alone, our lives as humans can become much more lavish.
...L5123's... fourth door. Fourteen steps to the right... Twenty-three steps to the left... There's a staircase. How... far down does this go...? The sound, it's getting louder... And I see a dim light...
I trace back the nightmares to remember the past; everything was over, and I planned to follow them to death, but I didn’t have the courage to end my own life, so I… I picked up the Prescript that I thought would spell my doom at last and read it slowly.
...No, I'm afraid not. You guys must obey the Prescripts, remember? You want to continue your silk-making business, no? If you don't follow your Prescripts, the Proxies will visit you.