don’t even know what those
things are, but I know that I need to do them, especially with girls.
Not sure what happened, but
now they keep me hooked up to a small portable workstation when I sleep. Maybe what
I was thinking was obvious. The vitamins make me confused sometimes. They haven’t
read my journal, because I still have it, and I place tape over the end of the pages.
If they were to open it, I’d know, but I guess I could have been recorded while
I wrote in it. I’ll casually cover the page as I write from now on. Maybe I’m just
being paranoid.
They said that all I do will
help, so if producing energy can happen while I sleep too, then I should. When I
asked why, they said that it will look good on my work commitment, and when I asked
if they would take time off of my work commitment for helping more, they changed
the subject.
ENTRY 4
Ever since they started hooking
me up at night, I’ve had to start taking meditation classes. They say with that
much output, I’m getting better at producing energy. When I asked if I was getting
more powerful, they corrected me by saying “better” again.
What’s wrong with being powerful?
Apparently it’s possible for
the energy to branch off and hurt a coworker, but I’d never do that. The new vitamins
supposedly help, but they’re more annoying than anything. They restrict how much
energy I can output and put me in this constant fog as if everything is in slow
motion. The classes aren’t difficult. They just feel like a chore. The only day
we don’t have to go to them is on Sundays.
What else do I have to do
for Facility Three?
The only good part about the
classes is there are other kids there. So more time with other kids is nice, but
we still aren’t allowed to talk as much as I’d like to. There are even a few girls.
One of them kept staring at me. She was pretty.
ENTRY 5
Cake! They brought me cake!
I’m ten years old today. They brought me a chocolate cake. I asked for it, begged
for it, and they brought it like they said they would. I like them. Every one of
them. They sang to me, and I got to blow out candles, and then I got to eat two
pieces.
Two!
I didn’t even care that they’d
brought me oatmeal this morning. I asked them if they were going to bring me cake
and they said no, but it was a lie. All I had to do was make some energy, and then
they brought me cake.
The other kids from my regular
classes and my meditation classes were there too. We laughed and played games that
I’d never heard of before, board games and all kinds of stuff. There was a lot of
laughing and talking, and it was like it wasn’t just my birthday, it was all of
our birthdays, and I thought about reminding them that it was my birthday, but I
didn’t. I didn’t want to spoil everyone’s good time, including my own.
The girl talked to me a lot,
but I didn’t ask her what her name was. I wish I did. Next time I get the chance
I will. This is the best day of my life!
ENTRY 6
(ACTUAL ENTRY: 354) SUBJECT
APPROXIMATELY 13 YEARS OF AGE.
Saw Charlotte again today.
She likes to talk to me. I’m going to write in my journal like I read in the few
books they’ve allowed me to read. When the characters talk, the back and forth,
they use quote marks. Dialogue! I want to remember. I need to remember. I want it
to read like a real story since I don’t get the chance to read many. Might as well
write my own so I can make it exciting for when I read it later.
She’s so pretty. Can’t concentrate.
Hard to make energy. Keep thinking about her. Want to hug her and kiss her. I think
I love her.
ENTRY 7
MOST ENTRIES LOST.
HIGH PROBABILITY SUBJECT DESTROYED
ENTRIES.
PROBABLE THAT ACTUAL ENTRY
IS 1,132.
NUMERATING ENTRY—INCORRECTLY—AS
ENTRY 7 FOR CHRONOLOGY.
SUBJECT APPROXIMATELY 22 YEARS
OF AGE.
Things are different now.
I haven’t socialized with other people since my birthday party all those years ago.
All I do is work and go to my room,
things are, but I know that I need to do them, especially with girls.
Not sure what happened, but
now they keep me hooked up to a small portable workstation when I sleep. Maybe what
I was thinking was obvious. The vitamins make me confused sometimes. They haven’t
read my journal, because I still have it, and I place tape over the end of the pages.
If they were to open it, I’d know, but I guess I could have been recorded while
I wrote in it. I’ll casually cover the page as I write from now on. Maybe I’m just
being paranoid.
They said that all I do will
help, so if producing energy can happen while I sleep too, then I should. When I
asked why, they said that it will look good on my work commitment, and when I asked
if they would take time off of my work commitment for helping more, they changed
the subject.
ENTRY 4
Ever since they started hooking
me up at night, I’ve had to start taking meditation classes. They say with that
much output, I’m getting better at producing energy. When I asked if I was getting
more powerful, they corrected me by saying “better” again.
What’s wrong with being powerful?
Apparently it’s possible for
the energy to branch off and hurt a coworker, but I’d never do that. The new vitamins
supposedly help, but they’re more annoying than anything. They restrict how much
energy I can output and put me in this constant fog as if everything is in slow
motion. The classes aren’t difficult. They just feel like a chore. The only day
we don’t have to go to them is on Sundays.
What else do I have to do
for Facility Three?
The only good part about the
classes is there are other kids there. So more time with other kids is nice, but
we still aren’t allowed to talk as much as I’d like to. There are even a few girls.
One of them kept staring at me. She was pretty.
ENTRY 5
Cake! They brought me cake!
I’m ten years old today. They brought me a chocolate cake. I asked for it, begged
for it, and they brought it like they said they would. I like them. Every one of
them. They sang to me, and I got to blow out candles, and then I got to eat two
pieces.
Two!
I didn’t even care that they’d
brought me oatmeal this morning. I asked them if they were going to bring me cake
and they said no, but it was a lie. All I had to do was make some energy, and then
they brought me cake.
The other kids from my regular
classes and my meditation classes were there too. We laughed and played games that
I’d never heard of before, board games and all kinds of stuff. There was a lot of
laughing and talking, and it was like it wasn’t just my birthday, it was all of
our birthdays, and I thought about reminding them that it was my birthday, but I
didn’t. I didn’t want to spoil everyone’s good time, including my own.
The girl talked to me a lot,
but I didn’t ask her what her name was. I wish I did. Next time I get the chance
I will. This is the best day of my life!
ENTRY 6
(ACTUAL ENTRY: 354) SUBJECT
APPROXIMATELY 13 YEARS OF AGE.
Saw Charlotte again today.
She likes to talk to me. I’m going to write in my journal like I read in the few
books they’ve allowed me to read. When the characters talk, the back and forth,
they use quote marks. Dialogue! I want to remember. I need to remember. I want it
to read like a real story since I don’t get the chance to read many. Might as well
write my own so I can make it exciting for when I read it later.
She’s so pretty. Can’t concentrate.
Hard to make energy. Keep thinking about her. Want to hug her and kiss her. I think
I love her.
ENTRY 7
MOST ENTRIES LOST.
HIGH PROBABILITY SUBJECT DESTROYED
ENTRIES.
PROBABLE THAT ACTUAL ENTRY
IS 1,132.
NUMERATING ENTRY—INCORRECTLY—AS
ENTRY 7 FOR CHRONOLOGY.
SUBJECT APPROXIMATELY 22 YEARS
OF AGE.
Things are different now.
I haven’t socialized with other people since my birthday party all those years ago.
All I do is work and go to my room,
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