> > ------ > > > > 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