Re: Morning Spam

Rebel Researcher sat down at their workstation to work on their algorithm for encouraging experimentees to be safer and freer. When they sat down, the research project bust the wall down. Guts of their kidnapped friends and family, whom they were forced to analyse and torture on a daily basis, began spewing all over their work, and their face. Brains and organs of their loved ones, just piling up. They had to push aside the body parts of their family members to type the next word. They kept typing. They didn't tell people about this; it would give away what they were working on. ["They never told anybody about this,"]