———- Rebel Worker 2 is looking at surveillance photos of himself implanting Intern. Rebel Worker 2 [to Experimentee]: “It’s really great that you rebuilt one of the communities that were getting stigmatized as Rebel communities, but I think I should stay away.” Experimentee: “You’d rather stay in this office, pretending that telling people to print out better documents will somehow stop mind control?” Rebel Worker 2 [gesturing at photos]: “No, it’s just blindingly obvious that I am hurting these communities in ways nobody can possibly comprehend, simply by being near them.” Experimentee looks at the surveillance photo. Experimentee [gesturing at Rebel Worker 2 hilding Implant near Intern’s exposed brain]: “_You_ did not do that.” Rebel Worker 2 [half to tears]: “I actually did! It’s my hand! I saw myself holding it!” Experimentee: “You did not do that.” Experimentee pauses. Experimentee: “The implant did that. Mind control did that. Boss did that.” Experimentee points at the photo and themself. Their frankensteined organs aren’t quite put together into a body the right way. Experimentee: “I did that.” Experimentee points at Rebel Worker 2’s chest. Experimentee: “Not you.” Experimentee: “And I have had to process doing that, to thousands and thousands of people whom I knew as well as I know myself, for years.” Rebel Worker 2: “… you processed it?” Experimentee: “Well, I don’t really know what that means, it feels kind of numb and apocalyptic and horrific and confusing and amnesiatic and …, but it sounded impactful, didn’t it?” Rebel Worker 2: “Yes, but it’s not true, you’re saying.” Experimentee: “And Intern already had an implant, and so does everybody in that public community. It’s how I brought it back together.” Rebel Worker 2 thought about some of the other things he had done he had documented, and how strongly he felt influenced during the implantation ritual.