Black Skull 17
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66.10.11 04:20
From: The Board
To: You
Dear valued BLOOM employees,
Hey Friends!
We got him! We got the bastard who’s been causing us so much annoyance, disruption and lost profits. The terrorist formerly known as 333.553 was caught and killed yesterday by a courageous team of In-Secs.
Oh, how we wish he could have been made to answer for his senseless crimes. But he resisted arrest and they were forced to fire him on the spot. And you want to know how the great warrior acted in his final moments, the leader of the ideological fanatics, hell-bent on destroying everything that is good and true in this company?
He begged like a coward, grovelling in his tighty-whities, knelt in the dirt, crying like a girl. Strings of saliva stretched from his mouth. Bubbles blew out his nose as he coughed and sputtered, retching, beside himself with fear and regret.
And then, oh, justice is beautiful, friends, then the mastermind behind countless murders, thousands of innocent lives lost across this company, tried to play one last gutless card. He turned. In his final moments, he cursed his cause, detailing the entire “union” organisation.
Departments. Teams. Numbers. Everything spilled out of him like candy from a pinata. We couldn’t help high-fiving and chest bumping as we watched the livestream. We’ve got you, you vermin, you parasites. You’re all fired. Just like your infidel leader, you too will have your contracts terminated and disciplinary measures will be engaged.
If, like the vast majority of employees, you saw the bacteria for what they were and ignored, denied, and denounced these anti-BLOOMers, you’ve got nothing to worry about. We know most of you would never do anything to harm the company that loves you so dearly.
Yours ever gratefully,
The Board.
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66.10.11 20:57
From: You
To: The Board
Dear leaders,
A clearing in the woods. A cabin, its door open.
Inside, a couple rooms with wood floorboards. A bedroom with a simple bed in one corner. Then I found a trapdoor under a rug which revealed a set of concrete steps descending into the dark.
The green arrow spurred me on, though my hands and feet resisted, trying to pull me back into the light, back to the time in my life before I knew about… what do I even call that place?
Miles of whitewashed corridors full of the smell of disinfectant and the sound of people screaming. I passed countless doors, behind which I could only imagine the worst kinds of torture. I heard banging, slapping, water gurgling, dogs barking, drills going, all threaded through by humans begging and pleading for it to stop.
I was a gelatinous wreck by the time I found the right door. When I walked in, I saw a man in a white First Aider’s uniform leaning over a gurney with a dead man on it. His skull had been opened and I could see half his brains.
I couldn’t help but stiffen, the animal in me preparing to fight or fly. Instead, I froze, paralysed by the horror, the sheer inhumanity, the unutterable evil as the dead man’s eyes slowly slid over, affixing on mine. The fingers twitched and a little voice spoke up, saying, Please kill me.
My hands shook terribly as I set up the halo. 645.427 looked at me in an odd, almost pitiful way. He answered my questions with the air of someone who’s been interrupted from doing something very important. He was practically tapping his foot.
Employee 531.448
