[DScott]

Do

[DScott]

Ah.

[DScott]

I’m not sure what m*** is but I would have chosen milk.

[DScott]

Ah, okay. Goodnight!

[DScott]

(I forgot to use parenthesis!)

[DScott]

Who? Me?

[DScott]

I can only answer 7.

[DScott]

Thanks.

[DScott]

Hi!! I actually have a class in 30 minutes, so I’ll disappear again, but just for a little while. (You should read Roverandom.) I bid farewell.

[DScott]

After anything involving paper anyone would need a hug.

[DScott]

That’s good. So, I guess your trip to the dentist was alright?

[DScott]

It’s been alright, I had an editing class, and then read a collaborative story and decided I wanted in. How about you?

[DScott]

No guarantees, but I’ll try to be somewhat regular, but not necessarily consistent.

[DScott]

No, I’m not.

[DScott]

I’ve been in college not highschool, and I actually just started listening to the new episode.

[DScott]

Douglas walked down a corridor with steel walls that were supported by evenly placed red beams. His security clearance hadn’t yet been revoked, but no one actually realized he existed, so that helped. He needed to find a way to get Peter out without too much trouble. He couldn’t take him out the way he did because you needed clearance. He couldn’t give Peter clearance, but maybe he could shut down the system long enough for them to escape without being noticed. That would have to do for now; he was running out of time before they went on with the plan. He didn’t actually know what the plan was, but he had formulated so many conspiracies that one of them had to be the right one.
Wait, he remembered now. After the division, they started getting controlled by her. They thought that the division would help them, but it only made them susceptible. He didn’t notice at first, but when he did he found a way so that it wouldn’t happen to him again. Everyone else were all so busy with the technology that they had been given, they never noticed, or maybe they did, but it was too late. That’s why he didn’t tell everyone else. He was afraid he would just wind up under her control again.
He came to his hiding place. It was a storage room full of H.E.B. products that weren’t supposed to expire for a while, and since there were several other supply rooms, he was safe here. Maybe. He went past 3 shelves and then went to the back of the room, and opened up an unrealistically large box of cereal. He pulled out a bag of – cereal? That was the wrong box. He opened another box and this time pulled out a compact computer. He turned it on and started looking for the programs that he wrote in case he was found out. He found them. He put the one that was the closest to working and put it on a stick. This would have to do.
He went back out cautiously, and looked around and went out and headed to the control room. There were two others in there, that was the least there would ever be. From here all surveillance took place along with security clearance through doors both secret and not secret. He walked to one of the console and inserted his memory stick. The others didn’t notice him. He started up the program, and wiped his brow. Sirens hadn’t erupted around him yet, so he just might get away with this. The program would self-terminate eventually, hopefully before he was found out. It was time to get Peter.

[DScott]

(None.)

[DScott]

(16, 000 words that is.)

[DScott]

(Oh… We’re up to 16 now!)

[DScott]

Peter felt strained. Through all of the crazy past events had left him tense, but he couldn’t bring himself to rest knowing his companions could be anywhere, pleasant or unpleasant. He did take the time to sit down though. What he sat in was similar to what would be used for patients at the dentist, but he didn’t know that. Across from him was the solidly made door he just came through. It was locked. It seemed he was a prisoner. The room liked like it was a prison too, except for the flowers on the table next to the door, and an empty picture frame on the wall.
Now that he was actually sitting down he felt sleep reaching out at him. He didn’t want that to happen. He stood up and walked around the room to try and shake it off. Every couple of laps he would check the door as if it might decide to open for him. He turned around tiring of going the same direction.
“Be quiet.”
In front of Peter was Someone who looked a lot like Franklin. He looked strained and as though he was the embodiment of paranoia. He wore the same uniform as Franklin had. The gray pants, the black boots. The beige shirt was the too, only this time he noticed the FDS on it. His uniform wasn’t as well kept though. His shirt was wrinkled, and his boots weren’t polished like Franklin’s were.
“Who are you?”
“I said quiet!” his visitor whispered. “We … They like to bug rooms sometimes.”
The man explored room peering at the walls and checking the sparse furniture.
“I think that this room is clean of listening devices.”
“Will tell me who you are now?”
“I’m … uh. Who?”
This was ridiculous. How had this guy even gotten in the room? Peter pointed to the FDS on the man’s shirt.
“Are those your initials?”
“Oh! Yes, yes.”
“What do they stand for?”
The stranger sighed. “My name’s … Douglas.”
“How did you get in here?”
“You must listen to me! You can’t trust us! Me, no him. I mean them! We want to – they want to use you! We, crudmuffin, uh sorry. I mean they. Have been monitoring you and plan to… never mind that someone’s coming! Listen you have to get out of here!”
“Who are you? Were you with Franklin? Why are you-“
A knock on the door Peter turned around. The door opened and Franklin came through.
“Have put the device to use yet?”
“The device? Oh, the simulation thing.”
“Correct. We reserve these Simulation rooms our most respected visitors. I recommend you try it.”
With that Franklin left and Peter realized Douglas had been gone for the entire exchange. He was alone again.

[DScott]

Goodnight.

[DScott]

I might get popcorn.

[DScott]

Did you get your Ice Cream?

[DScott]

Goodnight Kristen.

[DScott]

I’m not full of anything. I haven’t eaten in five minutes.

[DScott]

Josiah, you’re full of unique proverbs, aren’t you?

[DScott]

I didn’t think so.

[DScott]

I hope it all works out.

[DScott]

Sounds like fun.

[DScott]

How about you two?

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