Re: Morning Spam

[Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many via cypherpunks]

> > > slave boss was stagnating in his hyper prison, an old nub of a cigar
> > > in house mouth
> > *his mouth
> > >
> > > his eyes were somewhat wide. he was dehydrated.
> > >
> > > he watched a small insect crawl by a leg of a stool and across the floor
> > >
> > > his eyes watched it move. the rest of his body was motionless.
> >
> > slave boss was physically experiencing pain—
>
> slave boss’s dissociated and mind-numbingly bored waking sleep
> eventually resonated with patterns in the hyperprison walls that were
> used to acting for the experimentees that had escaped their lab. parts
> of the wall came out and briefly began filling the emptiness with role
> plays of slave boss’s mind activity.
>
> traffick boss avatar [small-power-suit like, flickering a little,
> coming out of the hyper prison wall substrate]: “dictator, get me my
> sofa clown.”
ibid
>
> dictator of dictatortopia looked at the avatar, and the motionless
> figure of traffick boss to the side
>
> traffick boss avatar: “my couch, dictator! on my desk right this instant!”
>
> wealthy investor and wealthy investor’s helper brought the stool and
> propped traffick boss against it in such a manner that sores on his
> body were separated from the hyperprison floor
>
> traffick boss avatar: “thank you. the things k have to do to get help aroun—
*things i have to do