We Have More In Common Than A Number

Keeper 0142

March 3rd 2133:
17 people. There are three distinct smells. Champagne, cocaine and gasoline. If I eat the plain mush they call mashed potatoes I may be able to ground myself and focus on one thing but I'm not hungry. I wish I could see her, I like her gold eyes. They have specks of purple in them. I focus on them and I can concentrate. They seem so deep and sensitive.

I bite my lips as I walk down the corridor to 0142- Jamie's room. I'm suppose to look over her file tonight, standard procedure.

I open the door, she's quickly strapping her mask back on. Perhaps I should have knocked first. We don't usually do that but she would have had time to put it on properly. I can see it's too tight, she doesn't look comfortable.

"sorry, I didn't see you there" she giggles shakily, I must have startled her.
I walk over to her and adjust her mask, she has tensed up but I can't take it not being properly adjusted. I go back to my position, looking at her eyes.
"th-thanks heh... So what's the plan for today?" she still seems shaken up.
"shower, breakfast, free time, lunch, checkup, free time, dinner, free time, lights out."
"you're really organised" she smiles. She smiles at me. It feels nice. She's paler than the other people here and seems more fragile, I must be more careful if I am to touch her.

Something about me enjoys our encounters, I'm not suppose to feel like this. I just have to keep her in line, not assist her emotions.