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Buy a New Brain Now! (ONC 2020)

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I used to be a Zombie.
Until a kind stranger bought me a new brain. 

They told me the brain was artificial; that it had been grown in one of the continent's many brain labs. "The labs were built to help recover the human population," they said. 

They told me no humans were harmed in the making of my brain.

They were wrong.

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