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Day 43: Sun Room, Second Shift
When the shift changed, HK stayed put. Even after a long night of zombie killing, he had no interest in meatbag fuel, especially after all the discussion of chocolate with that rather strange meatbag. It was just making him crave the stuff even more than he had previously, if that was possible.
Oh, right. He was supposed to be looking for someone who was "VERY LARGE, WITH DARK HAIR." And also seemed to not know what lower-case letters were on the bulletin. As if that would help. He'd seen a likely candidate last shift, but talk of chocolate had distracted him.
Oh, right. He was supposed to be looking for someone who was "VERY LARGE, WITH DARK HAIR." And also seemed to not know what lower-case letters were on the bulletin. As if that would help. He'd seen a likely candidate last shift, but talk of chocolate had distracted him.
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He felt the momentary hesitation before introducing himself, as usual; in addition to has habit of guarding his identity carefully, there was the knowledge that his real name was not what he'd been going by for the past few years left him a little confused as to who he was. No, he was Bourne, not Webb. He doubted he would ever be Webb again. "Jason Bourne," he said. "How long have you been here?"
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Especially with no dates anywhere to be found. Hell, not even a clock.
"I've been here a long time," he decided to just go with. "I remember when this place had about a dozen 'patients' and that was it. And now none of them are left but me. See what I mean about how time feels weird? That seems like years ago."
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"Ten days, for me." But he knew what the other man meant - it felt impossibly longer. Bourne couldn't even begin to imagine being here for three months. And his pet theory about it being a holding cell for political prisoners was fast eroding. Especially after last night. "What happened to the others? Did they escape?"
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"Dead or disappeared," Hughes said with a small sigh. "People go missing and no one knows what happened to them. A couple of them were apparently 'rehabilitated' and 'released'. Some folks have even seen them back here, for visiting hours. They're different people, fully convinced they were never prisoners, never had a life beforehand. It's damn messed up, all this psychological brain washing. But everything they do here is deigned to make us dependent on them anyway, so..."
He shrugged. He could see, from a detached stance, how it could work. Why, he still had no idea.
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That sort of brainwashing chilled him to the bone. But Hughes had mentioned 'visiting hours', which reminded him what day it was. Sunday. Visitor day. Would Marie - or 'Anna' - be back?
"I've noticed there's something off about the visitors," he said as dryly as he could. "I'm not sure how they manage to pick up who they get, though." Marie had died, after all...
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"But yeah, they're 'off'. I've had a session myself." And he didn't want to talk about it any further than that. "Everything about this place is off. The nurses, the townspeople, the orderlies...." But he didn't get that same sense of 'otherness' from his own 'therapist'.
Interesting, that.