By I noticed that my panic didn’t set in. The blurry blob moved closer. I can’t make out any shapes, just a couple of vague dark splotches in a bright room. I heard myself say “Yes, I’ll do it!” What did I just agree to? And why can’t I see anything? This memory is so blurry and fuzzy, it seems tampered with. They must have given me the MIB flashy thingy, the neuralyzer. So it does exist! I wonder what other thech they got? Can they teach us to use it? Are they even here to help?
It’s been weeks since this memory, but only a few unclear bits come back from that night. Since I’m still ok, maybe the blobs are here to help? I sure hope so, the neuralyzer type tool (weapon) seems more powerful than anything us humans built to date, to my knowledge.
How does one go from having just realized this, to try to sleep tonight? I hope I can make some sense of this soon.
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D. D.