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5.27.2026 No life
We were found a day later, this is pointless. Back on a bus, shipped like freight. It's hopeless, who am I even writing to at this point? The towns we travelled through, all the hair and silk covering the rooftops, draped across power lines. What the fuck is this? Alvin would have fixed all of this
5.20.2026 Rats Now
We found a way out, I think(?) It's some sort of city, we were on a plane for hours, I don't know how else to explain it. On the plane they all got tired the same way, the same time, like slouch over almost in unison. The pilots too, slouched to the sides, maybe the plane on auto pilot? Was it a dream? Would anyone believe me if I found a way anyway?
5.17.2026 California?
It's been about 18 hours, at every stop we get off, people get off the bus. They are immediately grabbed and carried by old men with canes. What is this? No one speaks, no one dares, the driver has stopped 3 times to scold people, but she doesn't sound the same. I don't have a GPS, just my laptop, my vital tracker and my bag of food and torn papers. We are somewhere in the desert, heading to California, as they said, for our return flights. I have never been to California.
5.16.2026 Heading Home
They took Alvin yesterday. They locked us out of our house and ultimately our investigation. Guarded by you know who, I hear breaking and shattering, I'm sure it's going to catch fire tonight. How is this possible? Everything's gone. Why did they put us out here in the first place if this was always an option? The rest of us were given a coupon, a slap in the pussy. What a joke. With love,
5.15.2026 Alvin's Dead
Alvin is dead. This morning, we found him. Safe and sound? Doesn't make sense? Heart attack? But we have active vitals, no sign of a spike or anything. Aneurysm? Asphyxiation? No mark on the neck, no swollen eye. Wait. Blood in the left ear. There's a... a hole going to the left just before the ear canal. A tunnel or something, dug. What is that? Why is he so warm if he's dead? Shouldn't he be cold?
Additional notes to my previous wild excitement. After a valuable break and letting our minds settle, we thought of a new approach, a simpler approach. We're dealing with life from life, that's the crux here. Maybe if we use our knowledge of artificial matrices, of organs, we could keep the essence inside us for a little while longer. At least long enough to make cognitive assessments?
5.13.2026 #2 New Hope?
5.13.2026 #1 Hope?
This morning we opened the second one, there was a lot of creaking, so we had to hurry before the ball collapsed on its own. It worked, sort of. We found ourselves staring at the remnants of a brief victory, deep down we knew we were closer again. This time we had direct contact with whatever was inside us, and since then we have been reinvigorated with such zeal that we haven't stopped working since. Maybe we'll get some diapers... haha.
5.12.2026 Reminiscing & What Is this really?
The first day we found it we knew it was the real thing. Without a moment's hesitation we found ourselves fully immersed in the human construct that was this curse of blessing, a blessing of curse, an absolute show. Smiling ends, beloved, beloved, lost, beloved, lost, lifeless, love is love, lost life, love is love, lost is love. Anyway. The chaos is still here, we are still abandoned. Send your wishes to 52015u402GA0HT111DA, but beyond that, take care of yourself and stay in touch. With love,