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:: Tuesday, April 04, 2006 ::
How easy it would be to filter people like YOU off the streets by way of these human experiments.
"You fifteen similar looking and weighted men, line UP! You will all take new names! Numbers, so that you will all not know each others identity."
Each day you wake up, a little more dehydrated than the day before. take a little blood out to make you woosy and move you to a new room,.. or is it your old room. Further you decend downward, miles and miles. Each day and with each test they lower you to new rings and subrings, levels and sublevels and they all look exactly the same. are you really looking outside or isnt it possible that with display technology today that you could be staring at a concrete wall. The sun and noise piped down to place the subjects. are your minders the same or are they differnent? Perhaps they are previous subjects that have undergone radical reconstructive sugery including a generous amount of electroshock. Are you where you are? Are you under control? If you think you are, how thin is that membrane between banal reality and the horrible truth. Could you pierce it if you tried?
Perhaps if you turned left when leaving your room instead of right you may catch a glimpse. Pause for one second before responding to your minders (captures?) do you hear mummering? a foreign tongue? Maybe you could go into the wrong door as if your dehydration drove you there. What might you see? Death? A void? Another you?
:: sandy 12:52 PM [+] ::
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