Dear Logos,
Today I tried to discover all I could about the room. I’m never leaving so we might as well become acquainted.
1) Tore the sheets off the bed. No identifying tags.
2) Pulled off the mattress. No tags: criminal. I assume that’s why they got rid of Logos. Haha. Get it? (They did not program me with a sense of humor either).
3) I crawled under the bed and examined every bar, spring and rivet. I’ll save describing them for when I get really bored (which I imagine I will).
4) Discovered that the desk is bolted to the wall.
5) I ran my fingers along the whole crevice where the floor meets the wall and found nothing.
6) Stood on the desk and bed but couldn’t reach the lights. Maybe I’m shorter than I think. Or the room is taller.
7) I’m wearing a white jumpsuit and nothing else. No zipper or buttons. Only Velcro. I took the jumpsuit off and examined it closely. Nothing unusual.
8) Then I looked underneath the door to the outside. It seems to lead to a hallway, but I can’t be certain as the door fits too close to the floor. I watched for a long time but never saw a single sole.

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[Del]'s Diary
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