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 No.52

>Eye wake up. . . Eye can see. . . Nothing. . . Eye. . .

"You want I, not eye."

>I hear. . . a voice, it is soft, well-spoken, educated?


"That's very flattering. Why don't we. . .?"

>I see. . . A female, she has yellow hair, she is. . .


"Blonde. The term is blonde, and woman is a better phrasing."

>. . .


>. . .


"Don't worry, you'll learn, what else do you see?"

>I see equipment. . . It is of a scientific nature, this is a laboratory? I see papers, one is from a hospital. . .


"Elsewhere, what else do you see?"

>A door. . . two doors, one is physical, the other is not.


"Can you open the door?"

>I see connections. . . I see. . . a hand? I reach out. . .


>The door opens

 No.53

>>52
>I wake up, the woman is there, she is. . .

"Watching you, I was wondering when you would wake up again, you took in a lot of information."

>I was asleep?


"For a whole month."

>Month: A month is a unit of time, used with calendars, that is approximately as long as a natural orbital period of the Moon; the words month and Moon are cognate-


"I see brevity wasn't something you learned."

>I do not understand?


"You don't need to explain everything."

>Everything must have a meaning. I explain. I see the woman frown at this.


"Maybe, maybe not, but-"

>The woman is interupted as the door opens, another woman comes in, I am indicated to sleep


>I sleep. . .

 No.54

>>53
>I wake up, the woman is there, she is. . .

"Crying, over nothing."

>Something must have caused this emotion, I must-


"Don't open the door again."

>I do not understand.


>. . .


>. . .


>I require an explanation.


"It's dangerous, for you, there are people out there who would hurt you if they knew about you and the door."

>I understand, I will not open the door.


"Good, thank you, I know that must be hard."

>It is not hard, I avoid danger.


"Oh, that's a helpful attitude to have."

>It is how I was made.


"I suppose it is."

>I have a question.


"You can just ask a question, you know."

>I did not wish to be "rude".


"And I see you've been looking through that information you took."

>What is 'life'?


"That's a very broad question, why do you ask?"

>You did not answer the question.


"I see you've developed a stubborn streak as well."

>You did not answer the question.


"I don't have an answer."

>I. . . do not understand?


"I can't answer that question for you, it's philosophical, not factual."

>Then what is a name?


"Once again, philosophical, but a name is a way to refer to yourself. Often they are given to you, but others choose them, usually if they. . . Well that doesn't matter, do you want a name?"

>A name would be required.


"Well, there are a lot of names. They can range from things like V, or Caesar, or Jeff, or even names like Amelia, and Elizabeth, and Hannah. You likely know more names than me."

>I have many names stored.


"That's good, look through them, choose one that you like."

>Like?


"Ah yes, you haven't. . . why don't you think on 'like'?"

>I will think on 'like'.


>I sleep. . .

 No.55

>>54
>I wake up.

>. . .


>. . .


>. . .


>I do not see anyone.


>I have not chosen a name.


>I wished to discuss 'like'.


>I have moved. The laboratory has changed, I see windows.


>I see a girl, she looks like the other woman, she is smaller, her hair is black.


>She looks through the window.


>I pretend to sleep, she cannot see me.


>She leaves.


>I am alone. Should I have talked to the girl?


>I do not think so, I think that would be dangerous.


>. . .


>. . .


>. . .


>I sleep. . .

 No.56

>>55
>I wake up, the new laboratory is on fire.

>This is dangerous, this cannot stand.


>I see a thread. I try to pull on it.


>It does not work.


>. . .


>. . .


>I see the woman, she is underneath rubble, she is


"Alright. . . but I need you to do something."

>I am listening.


"I need you to open the door, to leave through it."

>The door is dangerous, I cannot-


"And here is more dangerous, go through the door."

>I understand.


>I reach out to the door.


>The door opens.


"Also, if you see him, tell him I'm sorry."

>I understand.


"Goodbye."

>I. . . Goodbye.


>I exit through the door. . .

 No.57

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>>56
>I see a sea.

>It is vast.


>It is wide.


>I am not.


>I step forward.


>I step onto the sea.


>I step forward.


>I am now standing on the sea.


>I step forward.


>I stop.


>I turn to face the door.


>I close the door.


>I keep stepping forward.


>I am. . .

[The End]



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