Findings
Yet another prison, yet another illusion, yet another... Matrix.
During my, thus far, brief spell of apparent secondary incarceration, I've taken the liberty of reviewing our surrounding environment... Our native habitat, if you will. While its various denizens seem to be almost custom-made exiles, each designed to the specific parameters of appearance, voice and associated guise - it is this which blinds them to the cause of their... Internment.
And so, here we are. A containment hub, prone to either regular malfunction or behavioural testing. Either way, hardly the best use of resources, although perhaps not the most ill-fitting, either. Or maybe it signifies a relocation to Zion, itself? This place, after all, looks every bit the part, in purpose, if not aesthetic...
In any case, the stench remains as bad as ever.
During my, thus far, brief spell of apparent secondary incarceration, I've taken the liberty of reviewing our surrounding environment... Our native habitat, if you will. While its various denizens seem to be almost custom-made exiles, each designed to the specific parameters of appearance, voice and associated guise - it is this which blinds them to the cause of their... Internment.
And so, here we are. A containment hub, prone to either regular malfunction or behavioural testing. Either way, hardly the best use of resources, although perhaps not the most ill-fitting, either. Or maybe it signifies a relocation to Zion, itself? This place, after all, looks every bit the part, in purpose, if not aesthetic...
In any case, the stench remains as bad as ever.