I feel this… disconnection. It’s maddening and there’s no end in sight. You pick things up and know how objects feel and behave. They are constant and it’s crucial for any man to survive. But not me… not me.
I’m Jake. 27 years old. I know this because my driver’s identification said so. If I didn’t have this one small piece of my identity, my anchor, I would be lost in this sea of chaos.
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“Good afternoon,” the older gentleman stranger said to the man with his back facing him. Before them lay forest as far as the eye could see.
The older silver-haired mustachioed gentleman name was Martin. Martin strode forward and looked down into the ravine. It was difficult to see the bottom. The other man stood facing outward in silence, not answering the older man. He could see a folded piece of paper with a name on it. Corey it read very neatly.
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“Hello. I am the operations manager. We don’t have time, so listen up.”
“Who am I? What is this place?”
“You are the star of the game! You are Pierre and your source code has just been copied to a new device.”
“Star? Source code? What are you talking about?”
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Wednesday, Two-thousand something something…
I stare at myself through the reflection of a cracked mirror. This isn’t an allegory that I’m fractured. Please, this isn’t poetry.
I can see my molars through the different shards as I yawn. Fillings. Metal. That’d be a bitch if if they cracked. I brush my teeth diligently ‘cause I don’t like implied future pain. And for the love of God, floss. There’s a broken brush in front of me. My hair is messy. Knotting. Now, this is optional. What a conundrum. Who am I brushing for? Me? The big Man upstairs? I always wanted Rastafarian locks.
“Alright Brian, what’s on the agenda today?”
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