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outer_divide2013-09-02 09:02 am
power_of_touch) wrote in outer_divide2013-09-02 09:02 am
[Video | Sunday - Week 44]
Um, okay, so I think I've been watching a little too much Twilight Zone lately...
[Dani's voice is slightly nervous, as is her little laugh at her own circumstances and attempts at assimilating her current situation into her own world view. And she knows she's more than just nervous because that's her father's voice in her mind, not hers. She's scared. Her eyes dart nervously about and she often looks away from the screen of her communicator.]
This isn't all just in my head, is it? This place? I mean because at least this all being some weird immersive hallucination would make some sort of sense.
[If she were locked away in Building 7, for instance, and everything that had come after her father met with her in holding was the product of her own guilty mind. Or she was still in that room in the warehouse and one of Stanton's special pets was weaving some elaborate simulation for her. That would make sense. But everything feels too real and this is a remarkably random scenario for either of those explanations.]
I just don't understand. I'm trying, but I don't know how I got here. I don't even know how I can be here. The last thing I remember...
Look, I'm not even sure what the last thing I remember is, okay? But I do know that I was in New York and then I was waking up on some kind of spaceship in my underwear.
[Another nervous laugh.]
Do I need to worry about being probed or something? [A small, frustrated sigh follows.]
Is there anyone out there even listening to me?
[Dani's voice is slightly nervous, as is her little laugh at her own circumstances and attempts at assimilating her current situation into her own world view. And she knows she's more than just nervous because that's her father's voice in her mind, not hers. She's scared. Her eyes dart nervously about and she often looks away from the screen of her communicator.]
This isn't all just in my head, is it? This place? I mean because at least this all being some weird immersive hallucination would make some sort of sense.
[If she were locked away in Building 7, for instance, and everything that had come after her father met with her in holding was the product of her own guilty mind. Or she was still in that room in the warehouse and one of Stanton's special pets was weaving some elaborate simulation for her. That would make sense. But everything feels too real and this is a remarkably random scenario for either of those explanations.]
I just don't understand. I'm trying, but I don't know how I got here. I don't even know how I can be here. The last thing I remember...
Look, I'm not even sure what the last thing I remember is, okay? But I do know that I was in New York and then I was waking up on some kind of spaceship in my underwear.
[Another nervous laugh.]
Do I need to worry about being probed or something? [A small, frustrated sigh follows.]
Is there anyone out there even listening to me?