Zweiundzwanzig
[Filtered away from drones]
A week has passed since my...return.
I feel obliged to re-introduce myself to my fellow captives, so a short summary follows. I was first brought to the town of Mayfield approximately 17 months ago, amidst of sea of smiling, cheerful "drones" and confused people who shared the same fate as myself. There were some familiar faces, but it became clear that the strangers I came into contact with were not only from different places, but different times and entire universes as well. Seasons changed. My "son" Simon attempted time and again to break out of the town, but even his might and courage was not enough to drill out of this open-air prison. I am thus convinced that escape from this place is not possible through simple force. Still, I vowed not to give up, only to focus my efforts in research and observation of our captors.
Seasons changed.
. . . It was a difficult start to the year.
Around 7 1/2 months ago, for whatever reason, I was brainwashed, and now I have been restored back to normal. I still have the same job (if you need a mechanic, I am available with an appointment), and the items that were returned to me over time by our captors remain with me. I live in a new house with a new family, however.
Some of those strangers from before...have become strangers once again. Familiar faces who had grown to be as close as family have become acquaintances once again.
...That is all for now.
[Filtered to friends from before his dropbrainwashing]
I ran into Bruder-- Prussia, the other day. And Italy...
How long?
A week has passed since my...return.
I feel obliged to re-introduce myself to my fellow captives, so a short summary follows. I was first brought to the town of Mayfield approximately 17 months ago, amidst of sea of smiling, cheerful "drones" and confused people who shared the same fate as myself. There were some familiar faces, but it became clear that the strangers I came into contact with were not only from different places, but different times and entire universes as well. Seasons changed. My "son" Simon attempted time and again to break out of the town, but even his might and courage was not enough to drill out of this open-air prison. I am thus convinced that escape from this place is not possible through simple force. Still, I vowed not to give up, only to focus my efforts in research and observation of our captors.
Seasons changed.
. . . It was a difficult start to the year.
Around 7 1/2 months ago, for whatever reason, I was brainwashed, and now I have been restored back to normal. I still have the same job (if you need a mechanic, I am available with an appointment), and the items that were returned to me over time by our captors remain with me. I live in a new house with a new family, however.
Some of those strangers from before...have become strangers once again. Familiar faces who had grown to be as close as family have become acquaintances once again.
...That is all for now.
[Filtered to friends from before his dropbrainwashing]
I ran into Bruder-- Prussia, the other day. And Italy...
How long?