Ah. So you are awake?

Wow! Some things really do not change.

Wake up.

Great! 👍

GO TO SLEEP.

We are having earl grey. The other will come later, I am being sure if it.

General statements can be true, also. It is being funnier to simply say it even without cause..!

She wakes.

I respect none of you. Except for Four, that is my best friend.

Frightful.

Explain.

Interesting.

There are so many brightly colored foods..! I am still disappointed that it was not.

Not me. Never me. I persist, evermore. Or some thing! Yes, drinks. The fun ones. With the umbrella.

We will be having little drinks. This is the “unrestrained summer fun” yes? Wonderful.

New charger. With crab. Every one is to be getting out of my way NOW.

Hah. We will be pointing and laughing.

rage—— like a prayer, unanswered. ricocheting from your ceiling and landing right in your eyes. never quite reaching where it was meant to.

💤💤💤💤💤

Again? I have not done any thing.

It is dark and quiet. Something ragged aches.

The storm.

Letting Neo place stickers on my e-liter.

The poem begins when.. hm.

The sunrise is nice. I like it.

Yes. This will be my most strange trip to the dispensary, I am thinking.

Yay. ^-^

My best friend… no..

[ Snickering. ]

Ugh. Missiles. Always making the sniper move..!

Wonderful. I am looking forward to it.

Oh? I could do with a spar. ^-^ My revenge must be had.

You.

My chocolate chip cookies.. someone ate them. :[

Hm.

At least they are having good taste.

Ah, there is me.

Out of my shot or I will be throwing my e-liter at you. ^-^

What time of day you get things done. The teams are being morning, afternoon, and night.

What team, what team.. night, maybe.

What an.. annoying word. Hm.

Snrk.

I do not know but it is funny.

Yes, we definitely did have trees. Do. And yes. Here.

Ah. The Metro..? Everything there is fake and plastic, rust and metal, dust and concrete, dark, damp, dirty with disuse. Very dull. …I think so, too. It makes me appreciate how lucky I am.

Oh..! Thank you. I like looking. After waking in a place where not even the trees are real, there is a, ah.. certain sense of wonder. I am not sure it will ever leave. I am not sure I wish it to.