Morning Spam

[Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many]

1523
everyone falls over really tired, they are all “why is my body spasming”
(intern gets coffee?)
1523
2024-02-27

1858
Clump of Microchips and Biomatter was confused.
The bits of nanites, fluids and cells that made them who they were had
gotten strewn across a courtyard.
they could feel their parts all around, somewhat, but it seemed an
incredible challenge to use them together
this did happen sometimes, but it was hard to form and effectively use any
memories of it, because the bits that did that were so distant from each
other when it happened.
1903 1904

2018
traffick boss, rebel worker 2, and experimentee were in tears
each bawled that they were one of the other’s past lives before the
business ai took everything over, and that they don’t understand what
happened
they didn’t remember, and just want to go back to how things were
(but when they try to, they bump into stopping because they are perceiving
the wrong person’s memories to restore for themselves)
2020

clump of microchips and biomatter: “each of the bits of my brain says it
knows who it is and what to do to keep being it, but when i say “go do it!”
they all run every which way and bump into things and get into a tizzy.
none of them seem skilled at what they say they are! why don’t they come
together and be me again?”

intern is talking to a dancing cyborg puppy in a courtyard.

intern: “oh, you got spilled again!”

dancing cyborg puppy: “yes :(“

intern gets a (pooper scooper? mistake?) and scours the courtyard for bits
of vivisectee matter and collects them into a jar
mistake x2, one maybe near cyborg or puppy, oth
2023
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