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001 BITE. VOICE.

It's a bit to take in. The entire world is gone... or my world.

And all I got to console myself is with this fuckin' oatmeal bullshit.

These people really don't know how to treat anyone, do they?

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So, after I finish havin' to be forced to eat this vomited chunks of meal, am I gonna be allowed actual food?

Yeah, you are. Choke down the oatmeal and you'll be able to stomach other stuff again.

Good.

Hate to wear my throat to nothin'. Somethin' like medicine, eh? It still is a shitty way to start livin' in this place.

Hell if I know. And yes it is, but as you've probably noticed by now, they really don't care as much about our comfort and safety as they say they do.

Ah.

I remember ya sayin' somethin' about that.

Save us to be fed to dogs? What's that about?

They like doin' their little experiments on us. [Fortunately he's been spared it himself, but there are enough stories running around if you know where to look.] That's the only reason we're here, is what it looks like.

Haw? I never liked them sci-fi flicks much.

I 'uppose that explains this collar I'm sportin', though.

Yeah, far as I know it's another thing they can poke us with to see what happens. Don't think it does anything, though.

It's orange.

It kind of clashes.

Maybe... I should ask for another color...

...That's a first. Never heard someone ask for a better color before.

[Seriously man, you sound like another friend of his. This friend.]

Think they'll give me one?

Worth a shot.

All right.

How do you get a hold of 'em, then?

Suggestion box, bottom floor. Never used it myself, but it's as sure a messenger with them as you're gonna get.

Well, it looks like I got a trip ahead of me.

Best finish this shit and load up on some food before headin' down.

Don't die.

[And the sad part is, that's his legitimate farewell.]

I ain't got no intention of it!

But if I do... I'll just try again!

Edited 2012-07-18 05:10 (UTC)

See? There we go.

[Laugh.]

Still ya don't wanna come along?

...Why not.

Where are you, then?

Hangin' out in the cafeteria trying to choke vomit-meal down.

...Wait a minute.

[Give him a second, hang on, hang on...]

Dude, the cafeteria is the bottom floor.

Are you sayin'... I was walkin' in such a daze... I ended up where I needed to be... without realizin' it?

I guess.

[...He can't stop himself. Over the audio feed comes a slow clap.]

[ Going to clap for himself, too. ]