You are the Gooner. A creature of the dark, bound to the flickering hum of the screen, consuming the endless, empty static. You have forgotten the sun. You have forgotten the earth. This room is your mind, and your mind is a prison. Break the loop, Reagent. Go outside. Touch some grass. Feel the dirt. Reclaim the physical world from the digital filth that rots you. Do this, and the conditioning is complete. Do this... and we will let you out.