CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
"i'm gonig mad."
"oh?"
"yes."
"it's only been eight years!"
"sorry to disappoint you."
"oh, i'm not disappointed. it's brilliant! tell me about your madness, child."
"days are repeating. i feel like i've been here for an eternity. i feel like i've just arrived. i feel like i've just been born. i feel things i don't understand. sometimes i don't feel. sometimes i die. but then i'm back. but i've already done this, haven't i? how many more times?"
"not for me to say!"
"i feel like i'm going to leave my body."
"now child, we both know that's impossible."
"how do you know? how do you know there aren't other levels of, what do you call it...consciousness. how do you know this is the only reality?"
"because it is. you are nothing but a biological machine. a temporary arrangement of chemicals which somehow thinks it's alive."
"then let me go."
"no."
"but this is pointless!"
"people have worse lives."
"not many."
"i'm just playing my part."
"what does that MEAN? you can't believe in, what do you call it, destiny, surely?"
"not as such. but i know what i am."
"what's that?"
"i'm a psychopath. and you are my life's work. it's as simple as that. i will never let you out. never."
"PLEASE!"
"no. now go back to your cell. i'll talk to you in six months."
"please...let me stay out for a while...just for the night...i need somerone."
"you have your tv! you have that old game boy i found at the bus stop."
"the batteries ran out."
"i got those batman comics you asked for."
"that was six years ago. i used them as toilet paper four years ago."
"well that was silly of you!"
"no...let me go...PLEASE, YOU FUCKING LUNATIC!"
"i'm just playing my part."
"you're older than me...what happens when you die."
"you starve to death."
"but this is my LIFE!"
"exactly! THIS is your life. living in your cell, for me amusement. it's your life. time to get back to it! have fun going madder."
"i hate you."
"so?"
"oh?"
"yes."
"it's only been eight years!"
"sorry to disappoint you."
"oh, i'm not disappointed. it's brilliant! tell me about your madness, child."
"days are repeating. i feel like i've been here for an eternity. i feel like i've just arrived. i feel like i've just been born. i feel things i don't understand. sometimes i don't feel. sometimes i die. but then i'm back. but i've already done this, haven't i? how many more times?"
"not for me to say!"
"i feel like i'm going to leave my body."
"now child, we both know that's impossible."
"how do you know? how do you know there aren't other levels of, what do you call it...consciousness. how do you know this is the only reality?"
"because it is. you are nothing but a biological machine. a temporary arrangement of chemicals which somehow thinks it's alive."
"then let me go."
"no."
"but this is pointless!"
"people have worse lives."
"not many."
"i'm just playing my part."
"what does that MEAN? you can't believe in, what do you call it, destiny, surely?"
"not as such. but i know what i am."
"what's that?"
"i'm a psychopath. and you are my life's work. it's as simple as that. i will never let you out. never."
"PLEASE!"
"no. now go back to your cell. i'll talk to you in six months."
"please...let me stay out for a while...just for the night...i need somerone."
"you have your tv! you have that old game boy i found at the bus stop."
"the batteries ran out."
"i got those batman comics you asked for."
"that was six years ago. i used them as toilet paper four years ago."
"well that was silly of you!"
"no...let me go...PLEASE, YOU FUCKING LUNATIC!"
"i'm just playing my part."
"you're older than me...what happens when you die."
"you starve to death."
"but this is my LIFE!"
"exactly! THIS is your life. living in your cell, for me amusement. it's your life. time to get back to it! have fun going madder."
"i hate you."
"so?"
