Morning Spam

[Undiscussed Horrific Abuse, One Victim of Many]

Disguised Experimentee looked like a middle-aged human now, but their
consciousness spanned across several secret research compounds and
mind control businesses. Every experimentee, every worker, Disguised
Experimentee felt like this was them, and could bring their focus into
them, check in on how they were doing, indicate to or with them what
to do or what was going on ...

Expressing through a single body was hard, but important for appearing normal.

When the Boss avatar rose in a small child in a deeply nested chamber,
it was a little like a small alarm going off. Many felt it. Some with
strong familiarity.

The story would play out, in a new form every time. Maybe Boss would
yell at Rebel Researcher. Maybe Rebel Researcher would collect others
to handle the situation, their forms developing out of mish-mashed
people who used to be completely different, as if there was nothing
else to do.