TinyChan

There is a very specific scent in a very specific room of a retirement home. The smell ejaculated from the room of BERT. A man who for most of his life was a loser. The room was very messy with books that was inherited from his now deceased mother to glass bottles littering the floor. The retirement home didn't allow for any booze being brought into the place by residents or visitors yet somehow BERT managed to find a way of acquiring his beloved Everclear. It became such a habit that the staff had completely given up on cleaning the room because they know sooner or later it was just going to revert to it's messy state. The only time that they did was when the higher ups were coming to inspect the place. This retirement home was owned by a corporation who's motto was to ensure the residents had "a very golden year" yet they didn't really give two shits about the people residing there. They just wanted to give off the illusion of happiness while appeasing whatever government department that they had to suck off to get their funding. This was of little interest to BERT as he only cared about drowning himself in alcohol so he could finally die of liver failure and be done with this cursed life he lived, cursed primarily because of his own poor choices.

This is when a woman entered the room as she usually did to check in on his well-being as were her duties. She looked to be middle-aged but still in the prime of life. Much like the rest of the staff she had completely given up on trying to clean the room and could care less about BERT's overall happiness. However, she did pity the man, and would on occasion try to speak with him. But BERT was never interested in talking and would always shrug her away. Today was a different occasion as today was going to be the day that an actual conversation occurred.

WOMAN
     Doesn't it get lonely in here? Wouldn't you like to join the others in the lobby?

BERT shrugs.

WOMAN
     These are your golden years. You should try to enjoy them.

BERT
            (shrugs again)
     I am enjoying my golden years. Everything is fine with a bottle of Everclear. Let me enjoy my solitude, uhh...

WOMAN
     ...Ashley.

BERT
     You think I care about your name? Get out!

That wasn't much of a conversation, but it was more than what ASHLEY usually received from the man called BERT. His words caught her off-guard yet left her feeling rewarded even if all she received was a short dialogue. She turns to take her leave, but pauses at the door and turns her head slightly so she is seeing the man out of the corner of her eye.

ASHLEY
     I always respected your privacy and I oddly feel thrilled that you've spoken to me today. If you need anything, anything at all, please don't feel ashamed to ask.

ASHLEY exits the room and closes the door behind her in the nick of time before BERT chucks a glass bottle that he picked up off of the floor at her. Her words echoed in his head. "If you need anything, anything at all, please don't feel ashamed to ask." As if he needed to beg anymore. BERT had a period in his life where dumpster-diving and panhandling had become his norm. His homelessness did eventually come to an end when he moved back into his mother's place, though, what retained was his bad attitude and his justifications for handouts even though he would often say he was against such things. He held jobs, but eventually found his way back to the status of unemployed for a variety of reasons. Still, with his mother long deceased, and him sitting on that bed in a retirement home made poor BERT reflect upon his life drowning his sorrows in bottle after bottle of Everclear. His mind races with thoughts about what would have been different if he made better choices. BERT turns his head toward the ceiling as if he were looking up at the clouds in a blue sky.

BERT
     What did I do to deserve a fate like this? What wicked acts did I do that you feel it necessary to punish me? God, you bastard, fuck you.

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Damlol, interesting read.

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Delusions of Grandeur (rough draft)

ASHLEY loved her job and loved helping those who couldn't help themselves. However, she'd be a fool if she were to pretend that the workload didn't get tiring. Her encounters with BERT were always what drained her. She questioned why she even bothered to check in on the guy especially when the other staff had given up. In reality, she did it because it was her job and her job description required her to care for the residents of the home. She wished her day could have ended with that confrontation with him, but there was another resident that she had to deal with.

LYNDLE was a man that many other residents in the home found creepy. The way he would make oddly timed sexual remarks to some of the younger women was only one quirk of theirs that made the staff dread when they realized that they have to visit him. The man suffered from delusions of grandeur and often believed that he was some multimillionaire who advised every notable figure in human history while also taking credit for their inventions to boot. He was a daydreamer. He would often spend his days looking outside the window viewing the open ocean reminiscing about the days when he used to surf his "ocean a blue" and going square dancing with beautiful young women. He would daydream about square dancing with some of the young women at the home. This also included one such woman working there who was biologically a man. Someone who he came to respect even though she found him just as creepy as everyone else.

The room was clean, as clean as you would come to expect of an older man, and most definitely cleaner than BERT's. It is here where LYNDLE sat by the window looking outward at the deep blue sea with a depressed look on his face yearning to be out there again catching waves. Then came a knock on the door.

ASHLEY
     Lyndle...?

LYNDLE
     Come in, dear.

ASHLEY was relieved to see a room that wasn't littered with junk. She never hated LYNDLE, but she did questioned his words. She knew about his tendacies to tell talltales and figured that even a man like him needed somebody who was willing to listen. So she would just do that, listen; sometimes inititating the conversation herself, like today.

ASHLEY
     So... what's new today?

LYNDLE
     Oh... I'm just looking out this window thinking about my former real estate in Cardiff by the sea sea sea.

ASHLEY
     You never told me you had beach front property.

LYNDLE
          (winks)
     How do you think I got to be so good at surfing? I used to have a routine tine tine.
     I'd go go go zoom down to my ocean a blue and be back in time to conduct business with Mark Zuckerberg.

ASHLEY knew that LYNDLE never really conducted business with the founder of a widely used social network, but for the sake of listening she would smile and act enthusied about the man's many business ventures. Her mind often wondered about what if scenarios like what if his stories were true. It was just one way she kept herself occuplied during her work.

ASHLEY
          (fake enthusaism)
     You did business with Mark Zuckerberg?

LYNDLE
     Well, not like up front, tech just isn't for me me me.
     I worked for a plumbing company then and we were called in to fix his pipe work.
     There was so much sewage in the system that it could provide enough oil for a daily meal in China.

ASHLEY didn't know why she asked her following question, but she was too involved with the natural flow of conversation that it sort of slipped out.

ASHLEY
     ...a daily meal in china?

LYNDLE
     Yes... don't tell me you don't know know know about how the Chinese recycle sewage oil to use in their cruisine.

ASHLEY knew from that instance that she have had enough of this conversation. Chinese sewage oil used in food was something that sounds like it could have been true in some weird, did you know, fact kind of way. But she didn't care to think about it especially when it came from a man who has a reputation of being delirious. She pretended to finish up what was expected of her as not to give off the illusion that she wanted to leave. Once she did that he walked somewhat quickly toward the door before wishing LYNDLE a good-day.

ASHLEY
     It was nice talking with you, Lyndle.

LYNDLE
     Likewise, please come again gain gain.

ASHLEY had one foot out of the door.

ASHLEY
     Take care of yourself.

ASHLEY makes her exit from the room and closes the door behind her. She takes a deep inhale and gives a long exhale. She was relieved that her day was almost over. There were just too many... unique characters at this retirement home. Enough to make any person refuse such oppotunities to work here, though, she wasn't sure why anyone would want to work here unless they really needed a paycheck. She continued down the hallway as she finishes up her routines.

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lol Look at catherine trying to ingratiate herself to Syntax by dissing Bert.

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Why the sentence fragments?

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@579,703 (C)
Did you read the second part? Haha burns all around

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shut up faggot

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@579,705 (Dead !Pool..v42s)
I have a third part that's going to incorporate myself and poke fun at some of my insecurities.

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@579,703 (C)
> lol Look at catherine trying to ingratiate herself to Syntax by dissing Bert.

Near impossible to dis bert. bert has achieved the pinnacle of human achievement. A 56 yr old man who with a little training, is on diaper dooty. Few moms in america are so well handled.
bert now has a skill and he should talk to kook about how to find other old people that need diaper changing.

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Tranny Turmoils (rough draft)

Down the hallway, ASHLEY spotted another woman who started working there fairly recently. A shining example of a person accepting the job solely on the basis of needing money. ASHLEY knew enough of the girl, named CATHERINE, but only what she revealed to her. ASHLEY didn't exactly like transgender people though there was something about this girl that felt as if she were related to her, something that triggered her parential instincts to take over. The two of them were often are odds with one another yet they seem to respect one another.

There were times when she felt that CATHERINE didn't have her priorities straight or was too much of a dreamer like LYNDLE. What she didn't realize was that CATHERINE has a sort of appeal that made it possible to get along with even during her more darker rougher moods. She once befriended a man who was a harden transphobe. A man who once showed her a world of storytelling that she used to neglect. It was long before the two of them felt something more. A sort of caring feeling about one another that felt weird to them. As if a seed were planted and any day now a romance could blossem, but for today they agreed that friendship was enough.

ASHLEY approaches her looking to initiate small talk as she usually did. CATHERINE tended to be shy and untalkative, though, when she felt comfortable with the person she was talking to she suddenly became very talkative.

ASHLEY
     Hey Cat. Did you finish your rounds?

CATHERINE gives a node as she folded some clothes.

ASHLEY
     You know you can talk to me, right? I won't bite. I don't want anymore hostilities between us.

CATHERINE
          (playing coy)
     I'm doing fine. I'm almost finished for the day. How are you?

ASHLEY
     Exhausted. I just visited both Bert and Lyndle. I don't mind doing this line of work...
     it's just... I'd rather be working for another retirement home. Did you find a man yet?

CATHERINE
           (shy)
     No... I don't think I'm ready for that yet... I'm too selfish of a person.
     Can't take care of somebody else if you can't yourself.

ASHLEY
     Well, how long are you planning to wait? You're getting older, Cat.
     You're most certainly passed the age where most men and women are married. Some even have children.

CATHERINE
     You know I can't have children.

ASHLEY
     I know that... but surely you could always adopt...?

ASHLEY had always been against the idea of CATHERINE becoming a parent. Not because of her own pre-concieved notions of transgender people but because the person who once desired parenthood was too immature and too self-centered to ever properly raise a child. Over the course of the years, however, she witnessed that CATHERINE had matured even if only by a microscrope margin. Something was different about her whenever she reported into work. She was more contented with who she was and the transition relieved some of the depression, but not all of it. It was clear that the girl suffered from poor self-esteem once again not all relating to their gender identity.

ASHLEY believed that the answer to unlocking CATHERINE's happiness was just getting some dick or vagina depending on their preference. She knew that CATHERINE was confused sexually too. Mostly due to her sheltered past. There were days when Cat herself would question if she were asexual.

CATHERINE
     I think... well, there could be plenty of reasons why, but I think I just can't be intimate with someone unless...
     I have a special connection to them.

ASHLEY
     You know there is no such thing as true love or even love at first sight, right?

CATHERINE
     I know that, I'm not dumb. But caring and loving relationships do exist.

CATHERINE stopped. It could have been the estrogen she was taking but she suddenly got emotional. Though at this stage of her transition she had more or less a firm grasp on how to handle her feelings. No, this was something more. She was concerned for somebody. Somebody she was close to or had become close to. She had numerous friends in her life that she often times worried about and sometimes even more than her own well-being as if she held a sort of martyr complex for the world.

CATHERINE
     ...he's in the hospital.

ASHLEY noticed CATHERINE muttering to herself most days. Sometimes about irrelevant stuff and others about friends she was concerned for. Other times it may have just been her reflecting upon some story she watched, heard, or read. Sometimes she even crafted up small scenes and filled the roles even though she was always too afraid to pursue any actual acting lessons. Though what caught ASHLEY's interest was that she would mutter to herself about a guy. She had almost a certain schoolgirl crush vibe to her speech though she would never admit it. She was always so timid when it came to love and sex.

ASHLEY
     He?

CATHERINE
     A friend of mine. A friend that I met on social media. I was nervous when he first contacted me given that he wasn't exactly fond of the idea of transgenderism.
     But the more we talked the more we became friends. He was really good to me, but I knew our friendship couldn't last long.

ASHLEY
     How come?

CATHERINE
     He's an alcholic and I know how much he drinks. He's in the hospital because his liver is broken.

ASHLEY's thoughts quickly dwelled on BERT alone in his room sipping on endless bottles of Everclear. He questioned just why he managed to survive this long despite his abuse for his body. She questioned how come it seemed like the most unhealthiest people often live the longest of lives. It was enough to make one question if such a God truly exists and that the punishment for those who abuse alchol was to remain in the Hell that they created for themselves. Still, it didn't feel just.

ASHLEY
     That's terrible. Is he okay?

CATHERINE
     Oh... yeah, he's doing better now. He's at home recovering, I hope. That fucker is likely abusing the bottle again though.

ASHLEY was more than ready to leave the home for the day. Having to deal with BERT, LYNDLE, and now CATHERINE's problems would be enough to make anyone want to walk away.

ASHLEY
     I don't want to hold up your rounds. I think it's time both of us finish up for today and head home.

CATHERINE
          (tries to hold back crying)
     I agree. Until next time?

ASHLEY
     Until next time. Just... please... take care of yourself, alright?

CATHERINE
     I'll try.

ASHLEY and CATHERINE each go passed one enough to finish their work for the day and clock out. It had been yet another stressful day at the old folk's home watching over such characters that if you were to tell stories of would have never garnered the belief that any of them were real. It's as if this was a place where other retirement homes shipped their more problematic residents and the company that bought the place took them in seeing them only as dollar signs. The complex truly felt as if it were Hell on Earth punishing the most wicked souls. From the residents to the staff. Nobody was discriminated against. ASHLEY went home for the day knowing full well that she'll have to come again tomorrow.

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It's getting super personal so it's really hard for me not to cringe while reading, but it's well written and I'll probably keep reading

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@previous (Dead !Pool..v42s)
> it's well written

Are you fucking joking?

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@previous (G)
Everyone's a critic

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I'm working on something else that is independent of these three parts. I'll post it here so I'm not cluttering up the board.

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A Blasphemous Tongue (rough draft)

In a sleepy town in California close to the U.S. Mexican border, there is a old worn out church that had seen better days. The only thing that the building would have looked forward if buildings had emotions would be the regular attendance of church-goers every Sunday. Though many of the attendents have said numerous times within its walls that they are seeking alternatives. They couldn't handle the draft whenever it was cold and windy or the leaky roofs whenever it rained. The church simply didn't have enough money to afford the necessary repairs. The city wasn't willing to provide funds for it either. In fact, the city wanted to close the building down and demolish it. This couldn't be done without knowing that the people who, at the time, defended it with a passion. Now, there are only a few who declare it something worth fighting for.

One such defender was a woman by the name of CHRISTINA, who regularly broke her child to weekend services. She was a humble woman who knew that sancuaries didn't need to be fancy and could merely be a place where you felt the good graces of God. This building always felt like a sancurary even if there were safety risks. If anything the safety risks made her feel closer to God knowing that He was smiling down upon her and her boy by not sending a falling pillar crashing down upon their heads. Her son on the other hand, as surely most children in church would, grew impatient and bored of the constant sitting and kneeling. Especially when kneeing was made even more uncomfortable when tree logs were brought in to replace missing kneeling pads.

SON
     Mom! Can we go now?

CHRISTINA
     When the service is over, we can go.

SON
     You promised me we'll get ice cream.

CHRISTINA
          (annoyed)
     I did not bribe you to come here. I said we'll get ice cream after the service.

CHRISTINA was growing impatient as well, but impatient with her son as the service was only midway through. There is only so much that she do to try and keep her son focused. She didn't blame the child since she reflected on her youth and how attending a church service felt boring. Nowadays, he probably would have liked to spent his time playing video games. Though video games weren't really the way into Heaven. She looked down at her son with her face still straight as if she were peaking at him from the white of her eye.

CHRISTINA
     You know I drag you here for your own good, right?

SON
     Yeah... yeah... you always say that.

CHRISTINA
     You're going to thank me when we see each other at the pearly gates.

SON
     I'm seeing you now.

CHRISTINA let out a big sigh. Her son was clearly still too young and immature to really understand the importance of their religion. That wasn't an excuse for losing patience, however. She knew that God had His own plans for everyone and that is something she could possibly know. The plan for her son maybe something that even takes him away from the church or even finding a new faith. Though right now she knew she had to follow the path laid out for her and that was what she was going to do.

CHRISTINA
     I'm sorry, son, I know I shouldn't push this on you.

SON
     It's okay, mom, I just don't really see the point in being here. I don't think there is a God.

CHRISTINA paused and felt a wave of shock pulse through her entire body. Her own son didn't believe in God? Such blasphemous ideas being expressed within such a holy structure? Her thoughts raced through her mind of how she is nothing more than a failure of a parent. However, this could just be a rebellous streak, a fade that he would grow out of and come back to the light once again.

CHRISTINA
     Why do you think that, dear?

SON
          (nervous)
     I don't know... I mean... if God is all caring then why is there so much suffering in the world?

This was a question that CHRISTINA didn't have the answer to. This was the kind of question that her parents always encouraged her not to think about. Her thoughts dwelled on how such a question even arose in her son's mind.

CHRISTINA
     How... about we go get some ice cream?

SON
     I thought you said... until the service is over.

CHRISTINA
     I think the Lord will forgive me if I left his house a bit early.

SON
     And the priest? Wouldn't he be upset?

CHRISTINA
     I think he'll understand too.

CHRISTINA and her son get up from their seats and make their way toward the exit of the church. She is holding his hand as they pass through the doors. CHRISTINA knew that somehow, someway, she'll pull her son back to the grace of God. Her son, on the other hand, was only excited about the ice cream.

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fuck it, here's Part IV

Double Death (rough draft)

It was another day and ASHLEY was appraching the place of her employment. She was ready for yet another usual day yet there was a eerie feeling in the air that morning. As the retirement home came closer and closer into view she noticed there were first responders at the front entrance. Death was a common occurance in a place like this as seniors would pass on to the next realm fairly frequently. Her mind dismissed this as just another death, but the eeriness remained. There were two amberlances there which implied that two people had died this day.

ASHLEY pulled her vehicle into the staff only parking lot and went inside to clock in. There was a display of saddness among her peers which immediately told her that something bad had happened. She approaches the front desk to get some more information.

ASHLEY
     What's wrong? Everyone here seem sad.

FRONT DESK PERSON
     Nobody contacted you? I thought they would since you two were fairly close.

ASHLEY looked confused by the person's chosen words. She wasn't really close with a lot of her co-workers, except for... her mind suddenly jumped to the conclusion.

ASHLEY
     Where is Catherine?

FRONT DESK PERSON
          (remorseful)
     Oh Lord, why does it have to be me to tell her? Catherine was found dead this morning in the hallway of the residents.
     She was just doing her job. The girl was too sweet to die.

ASHLEY couldn't believe what she just heard. Catherine seemed as if she were in good health and she certainly didn't seem like she had any enemies that would want her dead. Though now ASHLEY questioned where the other person was judging on the fact there were two amberlances in the parking lot.

ASHLEY
    She's not the only one who died, is she?

FRONT DESK PERSON
    Afraid not, but the other was a resident here. The guy known for telling talltales and often had delusions of grandeur.

ASHLEY knew who they were referring to but something didn't feel right. Sure, the passing of a resident was common place here, but for it to occur the same day one of the staff was found dead in the hallway of the residents? There was certainly an eerie feeling indeed. Poor Catherine, she was too concerned over her friend and her crush, from ASHLEY's perspective, and there is no chance of her ever trying to hook up with the guy. Though he was properly too drunk to even care, much like BERT. And as soon as that name came up the sooner she had the urge to go talk to BERT about his thoughts on what transpired today.

ASHLEY
    I should be getting to work now.

FRONT DESK PERSON
    Of course... I'm sorry.

ASHLEY went straight to the hallway to begin her duties. There were investigators there so she knew something serious went down. Normally, nobody cared if one of the old people died, but Catherine was a young person. And for whatever reason this prompted an investigation. She started her work while remaining observant of her surroundings.

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Go on, I'm listening.

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This is too descriptive to be a stage play.

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Withdraw Pains (rough draft)

ASHLEY approached the door which leads to BERT's room. So begins a new day as her thoughts turned to his mood. It was always a guessing game when it came to such things. It was enough to make her wish to turn back and walk away. He wasn't worth the gamble. She pressed onward regardless of how she felt as this was her job. She didn't have to wait long to receive an answer to the question of how BERT was feeling that day as the sound of his voice carried passed the closed door and into the hallway.

BERT
     WHERE IS MY GOD DAMN EVERCLEAR?!

ASHLEY gave a sigh and slowly peaked into the room. The room was cleaned up and there were no more bottles on the floor. BERT would constantly pace back and forth sitting up and down from his bed all while trying not to fall over due to his age.

ASHLEY
     Is everything okay?

BERT turned his attention to the door with a mean scowl. He knew that the other staff members came into his room to make sure his room was presentable for an occasion. It wasn't until the events of that morning that he knew the reason why. It was to make sure nothing was out of place. That only what needed to be seen by the news media was seen. If word got out about the living conditions of his room or any other resident's then that would reflect badly upon the corporation that owned the place. Human rights protestors would assemble forcing them to make changes that would cost them money. None of this was any interest of BERT's as he just wanted more of his favorite beverage to kill himself with.

BERT
     God damn, Lyndle, that fucking old bastard probably tipped off the staff about
     my secret stash.

ASHLEY
     Maybe it's a blessing. A sign that you should lay off the booze.

BERT turned to ASHLEY with disgust. ASHLEY talked with him several times before and sometimes even expressed her lack of belief in signs or angelic messages. He was so angry and upset that he wanted to reach for a glass bottle to throw at the woman. Fortunately, for her, there were no glass bottles anywhere within reach.

BERT
     You fucking bitch. You told me that you didn't believe in signs.

ASHLEY
     I don't. I just thought... maybe... this could be a turning point in your life.

BERT
     I'm near the end of my fucking life! What possible turning point could there fucking be left?

ASHLEY
     I know you're upset about your stash being taken from you,
     but is it really necessary to lash out at me or a dead elderly man?

BERT
     That fucking son of a bitch played me. He buttered me up and even snuck in booze for me.
     Then he dare to call me out on my life being shit when his deluded ass doesn't even know
     how many god damn miles he's walked. I hope he burns in the deepest darkest pit of Hell.

ASHLEY questioned if he knew about the death of CATHERINE or if he even cared. He was obsessed with pouring poison down his throat that she didn't think anyone could suspect him of any wrongdoings that are beyond a drunken bar fight where he ends up on the losing end if he even showed up at all.

ASHLEY
     He wasn't the only person who died today, you know.

BERT continued to pace his room in anger.

BERT
     Why the fuck would I even care about some god damn tranny?

ASHLEY
     Because other than myself, she was the only other person who was nice to you.
     You scared her away with your constant marriage proposals.
     But I'm sure that wasn't a new experience for you.

BERT's blood boiled and his rage got the better of him. He attempted to lunge himself straight at ASHLEY but she backed away quickly causing the man to drop to the floor landing on his stomach. BERT's mood quickly changed from a scary angry guy to a crying infant.

BERT
          (crying)
     My life sucks! I just want my Everclear!

ASHLEY didn't know what to make of him. He did try to assault her and while she only had a slight fright knew that he wouldn't have been able to harm a fruitfly let alone her. The only emotion she could convey in that instance was pity.

ASHLEY
     I have to get going now. I still have work to attend to.
     I'm sorry that you feel like such a god damn loser, but...
     I don't appreciate you calling me a bitch.

ASHLEY exited the room as the cries of BERT echoed through the crack of the door and through the hallway. She closed the door before anybody could hear. She took a moment to regain her composure so she could press onward with her regular work routines.

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@previous (Catherine !ttGirlsPl2)
Maybe it's a tik tok

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@previous (Dead !Pool..v42s)
Huh?

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Millennium Misery (rough draft)

ASHLEY knew her day was about to get even weirder. Given how CATHERINE was no longer here somebody had to attend to the people she was tasked with assisting. She was assigned the weirder or bizarre individuals while ASHLEY was assigned the more problematic ones.

This next resident wasn't entirely there. In fact, he didn't even believe he was a human at all, but a machine programmed by some information technology company. He held the belief that the only line of dialogue he could speak had been purposely programmed into him through the use of deep learning algorithms. CATHERINE had expressed numerous grips about being his caretaker, but ASHLEY wasn't prepared for what she was about to encounter.

She approached the door of a man who only goes by the name COMPUTER OPERATING ENTITY. She knocked on his door, but there was no response.

ASHLEY
          (knocks again)'
     Hello?

There was an eerie silence coming from the room. The door was unlocked, but she still knocked as it was common courtesy to do so. She continued to knock on the door and when there was still no answer she opened it.

Inside the room was near spotless. It was as it had been upon the man's arrival. There he sat on his bed motionless, spine straight, hands resting on his upper legs, and a blank stare that pierced the pure white wall in front of him.

ASHLEY
          (waves)
     Hello?

COMPUTER OPERATING ENTITY
          (in monotone)
     Please say the wake word in order to communicate with your Markov device.

This was indeed bizarre. CATHERINE wasn't kidding. ASHLEY tried a few more times to get the man to talk.

ASHLEY
     You need help with anything?

COMPUTER OPERATING ENTITY
          (in monotone)
     Please say the wake word in order to communicate with your Markov device.

What could the wake word possibly be? She was sure CATHERINE told the other staff members but most didn't seem to care about the little games this man was playing. They just entered and cleaned his room for him. I think they may have passed him off to CATHERINE just out of spite or because they knew she was too easily manipulable. She was likely the only one who knew this wake word he speaks of and she was no longer here to say it. Did this mean this man was going to live in complete silence for the rest of his life? Maybe, but ASHLEY did what she had to do and that was to check in on him. Everything was in order so she slowly exited out of the room.

ASHLEY
     Bye for now.

COMPUTER OPERATING ENTITY
          (in monotone)
     Please say the wake word in order to communicate with your Markov device.

The door closed and ASHLEY took a deep breath trying to compose just what it was she experienced. She had read stories online about people who suffer from such psychological disorders like depersonalization disorder, dissociative disorder, or even capgras delusion, but she couldn't explain what it was that made a human being that looked in good shape believe to be some sort of computer program. It was just too surreal.

(Edited 5 minutes later.)

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@579,885 (Catherine !ttGirlsPl2)
I was basically saying it could be a short skit, but I was using the app TikTok as a reference that makes me want to kill myself

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@previous (Dead !Pool..v42s)

Oh, I see.

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@579,713 (Catherine !ttGirlsPl2)
wtf is wrong with you dang

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@previous (H)
I think I'm a massive piece of shit so I wrote that to clown myself.

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