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The Empty Black Room

The room is black.

I’m fairly sure it’s a room, given what little of my spatial sense remains. I was blindfolded when brought here, but not much changed once I felt it removed. Still black.

I would say that my ears have been muffled too, but I think the hollowness of sounds is a byproduct of what’s being done to me. They still occasionally come in with what I imagine must be night vision goggles, which they probably have to have to administer their procedures on me. I don’t remember why I’m here – I have a vague notion of resisting their efforts, but all that subsided shortly after they began working on me. I wish I knew what they were trying to accomplish.

I can’t – someone’s in the room now.

There’s a sharp pain, what feels like a severe animal or insect sting. It’s a distant sensation, though, and I can’t tell if it’s real or induced.

I don’t have much sense of “self” right now. I know I’m sitting in a room, but I’m not really aware of my body, or any chair. I wish I knew what they wanted.

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