Is there anybody out there? (public)

Hi. It's me, Esme. The little spaztastic girl. They dropped me off this morning. Am I the only one? Or did they bring the rest of you in too? Drew? Janie? Bob? Aamir?

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Hi Esme, it's Lina. Back from the dead I guess. There's a few others of us here, though Bob and Aamir don't seem to be.

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Damn. Well, at least I'm not alone here, although I'm still not 100 percent convinced about the back from the dead part.

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Esme, hey, good to see you. I'd wondered what happened to you, so...glad to see that you're un-hurt, at least. Things here are...fairly fucked. Let me know if you need anything, or just want to get together and talk.

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I don't know about un-hurt, but yeah, I'm here. And fairly fucked is a good way to describe my last few months too. Let's just say I'm not the same shiny happy person I used to be.

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What happened, if you don't mind my asking?

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They said they took me out "for my own good." That I wasn't physically able to handle the experiment, but they'd help me. Why I believed them after what they'd already put me through, I don't know. It was... like rehab boot camp, I guess. I mean yeah they got me walking kind of, better than before at least... but it was hell. I don't know if they were really interested in helping me as much as they were in breaking me down completely, though. Which they nearly succeeded at.

Oh, and I basically can't hear any more. Thank you, fire alarms.

Other than that I'm just fine, thanks.