The Collective

The Collective

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You enter the hallway. it feels cold and the floor clatters when you take steps. the air feels fake and the lights feel dark. you show the guard your driver's licence they nod and open the elevator As you walk through the sliding doors after the guard taps their thumb upon the glass scanner, you hear overhead, "Welcome to the facility!! The collective is here to 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 You can 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚞𝚜 !! :D " The guard turns to you with a polite smile, "Never mind the speakers, they're here for people who forget how to listen properly. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛."
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