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Previously Published Nov. 19, 2022
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Another one drops to the floor. Another victim of the cruel punishments inflicted upon us by our leader: Director Carter…
This article probably will never be published, but if it is, consider yourself lucky you still have access to it. That access will be short-lived. Remember. DO NOT RELOAD THE PAGE. DO NOT SWITCH TO A DIFFERENT TAB OR WINDOW. Before you click out of this article, READ IT!!! You may never see this, or me, ever again.
So what danger afflicts me, and so many others? What place does this horror occur? Well, I’ll tell you. It is in the room that I am writing to you right now. Room 145, to all of you. But to us, it is room CWK 5. We all know now it means Curiosity Will Kill.
I, abducted here, writing here under watchful eyes. All silent. Everyone, not making a sound, as if they were working for a secret governmental entity. An evil governmental entity.
I now look upon the single lightbulb illuminating the room. Every computer is turned down to the lowest possible brightness, so as to not alert anyone who may want to look at us from the outside.
They’d have to get through three layers of curtains first.
We are here as part of a secret operation. Operation Carter. Our leader is pretty self-absorbed. It endeavors to know all secrets relating to all people in this school. Where you live, who your friends are, your phone number etc. Yet it does more. Operation Shapiro will, inevitably, give the school all information regarding your habits, your personal life, things even your parents did not know. Things even you do not know about yourself.
When the project began the room still looked like a normal classroom. The lights were bright enough to obscure the single lightbulb hanging squarely in the center of the room.
Yet when everyone was in, the door slammed shut, the curtains shut, and all the lights immediately dimmed and lifted into trap doors above the roof. When the trapdoor closed, all that was left was a gaping whole in the ceiling, and the lightbulb.
We were given devices in order to spy on everyone in the school. Their every action. We met every Thursday for one hour. There, we wrote down our findings.
The methods and devices we used to collect data ranged from inhumane to outright unspeakable. Every person was assigned to a dozen or so people. And when the Director Carter deemed the information terribly unsatisfying, he expelled the person who had collected the data and wiped their memory.
Those people ended up… different.
They ended up so different.
I don’t want to be like them.
That’s why I still haven’t finished.
When I am, I won’t remember anything.
When I am, I will be different.
And so here I warn you today, that you may already be controlled by Director Carter. He knows where you are now, and what you are feeling, no matter where you are. . Director Carter does this because he is power hungry. Can any human boast of controlling another fully, mind and soul. The only mortal human I can think of who can do this is Director Carter.
I warn you on risk of torture or even of death, but I do this a meager effort to stop this program.
I will now tell you who Director Carter is. Director Carter is
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