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hallways full of doors prt2

 


  as one's walking through the simulation, others occupy their rooms waiting; staring or in their phones gazing....
 
dressed down all in uniforms;
 one's thinking how does one escape this, hallway full of doors; as there's more on other floors;

did one die and entered here; are there others unexplored; realms besides these hallways full of doors?;

if one chose to say hello, what's the chances they'll ignore; what's the chances they'll say hello with a smile that's not a chore?;

so one's "rank" is level four, with a barcode on one's wrist; was one somehow put to sleep?; is one, one of many chipped....

is this now how one exists; everything that's going down feels so artificial ish....

what is this? where am I ? some sort of punishment? bound to a machine, as if one isn't "human"

and why does one feel numb, from head to toe; what's happening? is this some alternative? liked it better when one "felt" that "human emotion"

some how plugged into a wall; in a glass room of one's own; this nightmare can't be real; one's soul trapped inside a drone....









    
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