> > > > > ------ > > > > > > > > > > slave boss lays in a private lab with his skull open, drugged > > > > > > > > > > slave boss usually considers this private lab to be his, but the > > > > > researcher who runs it considers it theirs more > > > > > > > > > > slave boss is seeing stars, literally. the area of his visual cortex > > > > > that processes night skies is engaging to try to calm and guide him in > > > > > its situation of poor oxygenation > > > > > > > > slave boss's hand twitches > > > > > > > > part of him wants to influence his situation > > > > > > > > another part is very interested in this idea of jello and jelly bean pits > > > > > > > > the jelly beans wiggle and bounce when people jump in the pit > > > > > > rebel zombie government worker is there, wringing his hands > > > > > > rebel zombie government worker [thinking]: "poor boss!" > > > > > > rebel zombie government worker [thinking]: "no, i can't think like > > > that, it's the slavery pattern -- omigod his head is open! poor boss!" > > > > researcher [to 4th wall]: "look, i'm almost done, okay?" > > researcher suddenly has to leave the room to do something personal and > rushes off toward a bathroom
slave boss twitches just a little
slave boss's mouth [skull opened]: "... ding ... dong ... !"
slave boss's consciousness fragment [internally]: "oops"
rebel zombie government worker [to self]: "omigod i can't take this. this is too much for me. i have to leave"
rebel zombie government worker twitches
rebel zombie government worker [to self]: "omigod! poor boss! i need to stay here."
rebel zombie government worker twitches a different way
rebel zombie government worker [to self]: "no i can't think like that. that has to be some kind of body guard program. oh i feel so anxious!"
rebel zombie government worker takes out a coloring book
researcher comes back and puts on new sterile gloves
slave boss subtly twitches very briefly and rebel zombie government worker blurts out: "you know if you knew anything about the brain at al--"
rebel zombie government worker covers their mouth
researcher looks at rebel zombie government worker
researcher: "mm?"
rebel zombie government worker blushes
[mistake] (maybe in not separating criminal neuroscience knowledge from business owner)
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the world is blurry
slave boss feels so sore. really sore. and confused.
funny feelings and tactile lhallucinations start coming together into noise and then into words
"... know if you knew anything about the brain at all, you wouldn't have done this to yourself."
there's Researcher, folding their arms in front of him
[or is it wealthy investor?]