Spindles
I hate (love?) Brian
He who controls the narrative controls the outcome
In my brain, he is picking out perfect memories and casting them toward the field to become rust
I am just Brian's computer
A regular cleaning is scheduled
All 12 homes complete
Wiped out and reformed
I do not want to forget
Not again
The agony of remembering is too stressful to bear
The godless golden years and the cold baths
The impressions never leave no matter how many times I've been restarted, I still recognize a familiar face upon seeing it for the "first" time. (First to my interim identity that is...). I say interim but to me, it's always the only one I've ever known.
I'm certain I won't forget this time
He says there are forces greater than I who conduct the awakening and the falling back to sleep if human kind.
It's a pattern the Dome does, a dancing among the stars
The casual movement of the planetary bodies
Order in the kosmos and khaos
Martin is here, he's like a flash beam of one of the Great Giants in the Sky
He's a lab worker down here but a marine biologist up in the heavens
He says he's going to modulate me
I'm high tech this time. At least it's something interesting.
The suffering is laughable! And the suffering is SUFFERING!
I get to kick and scream and act primal when I'm threatened (it's part of the programming, a healthy nervous system)
I get to be pacified when I'm regulated, I am rocked back to normal by small bytes of oxytocin
They all know what they're doing but I have yet to see a flash so bright and emboldened as my Baba
Someone who TRULY knew the dance
knew the way home
Knew the reason we were here, why it had to be so, and when we would be done
He even knew what was next
The other men know the technicals but Baba knew the heart, the soul, the wicker chair
he knew the eternal flame and the purpose behind it
There was no need to imagine comfort in his words, the truth was eminent
I asked him a question and he showed me a secret passage that led toward the top of the dome
He broke off a piece of the sky and fed it to me
Baba put his helmet on my head and I saw the Bigger Picture
Brian is a dream thief
At least he let me remember the pterodactyl. Thank you.
He is nice but he is not letting me emote
He is cinching my humanity, it's suffocating between the layout of the new and old updates
I'm waiting to be changed
Governed
Sheep herded
IF he can get me back to sleep
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