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"[BEGIN VIDEO LOG]

White text fades in on a default blue background, reading "A MESSAGE TO THE FOUNDATION".

Somebody, presumably Box, is heard opening their mouth.

Silence for several seconds.

Box: I hope you're proud of me. I've done well, I think, given all of that. I like to think so, at least.

Box sighs.

Something is audible scraping against soft sand or soil.

Box: But yeah, Foundation, I'm glad you at least, like, tried. Better than I could say for Jacob, at least. I was a Euclid, whatever that meant. Hopefully something nice.

Box pauses.

Box: But it was four years, wasn't it.

A sound of affirmation is made in another voice.

Box: And I'm at my, he says I'm at my most dynamic part of my life.

Unknown Voice: I do.

Box: So things change, I guess. I change.

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The scene changes to a view of an alien vista outside a window. Coral-like flora sway in the wind through a dense yellow fog.

Box: You were scared of me. I— I got used to that, and I kinda understand.

Box breathes deeply.

Box: What I didn't get, was that I think he was scared of me too. Even before— Even before I did that. Maybe he was right to.

Unknown Voice: I think he was scared for himself, not of you. It's different.

Box: When you like cartoons…

Unknown Voice: I don't know if "like" is the right word.

Box: When you— When you collect them, It's scary to know where they come from.

Unknown Voice: You?

Box: No- Yeah, I dunno— They come from boxes. Hundreds of them, and they just keep coming because people need them, and—

Unknown Voice: He'd have rather thought they were made for him all along?

Box sighs.

Box: Yeah, I guess. I was a kid,

Unknown Voice: You're still a—

Box: I know. So when you guys picked me up, I would've gone anywhere, with anyone, and I think you knew that.

There is a pause, and the sound of wind.

Box: So you made a box for me. It was a nice one, it had a nice TV, but your guys were…

Unknown Voice: Uncomfortable?

Box: Uncomfortable, yeah. Sorry Rowan. One of your guys used me to escape. He's okay, by the way—

A cel-shaded chameleon-like creature in a torn D-class uniform is depicted hanging by his tail in front of a vibrant rainforest background, waving one claw at the viewer and smiling.

Box: —but you were all stuck in your own little boxes, I think.

Box: So I had to—

Unknown Voice: I had to—

Silence.

Box: I had to go.

The scene changes to that of a playground at night; Box sits in the form of a young bandaged human on a chair in the middle distance. The camera is being held by an unseen person, and the frame periodically moves as this person shifts their grip.

Box: So now we're here.

Box: The Nemo— um—

Unknown Voice: Somewhere on the Mnemosyne Expanse. On the way home.

Box: Thanks.

Box: So Foundation, I know you wanna look for me. Don't bother. I'm safe and in- in trusted hands. I'm growing out of my body in a few years anyway. Then I won't be a kid anymore.

Unknown Voice: But you are now. Let's enjoy that.

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Box: A playground! In the Mnemosyne! I didn't have that!

Unknown Voice: No, you didn't.

Box: So I can't grow up just yet. A part of me will never grow up, I think, after what- what happened.

Unknown Voice: Growing up, yeah? I should know. You've done a lot of that back there, I think, more than anyone your age should.

Box: It isn't fair.

There is a prolonged silence. They sigh, and pick up a stick, drawing shapes in the sand.

Box: But I'm glad I found that place. It's still there, too. I don't know if it'll ever really go away.

There is a sound of acknowledgement.

Box: But I found it. Before now it was just there, hiding.

Box gets up and walks around the playground. The camera moves to track them.

Box: Can I still be a kid if I have that inside me?

Unknown Voice: You can.

Box: And can I grow up if I wasn't much of a kid?

Unknown Voice: I can make sure of it.

Box: So can I stick here for a bit and play a little on the swings?

Unknown Voice: Um, yeah, of course.

Box: And you push me?

Unknown Voice: Um— Yes.

Box jumps up onto one of the swings, and kicks off the ground to begin moving.

Box beckons.

Box: So come on then, there's so much we need to catch up on!

[END OF RECORDING]"