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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