...zzzt...warmth. No. Cold.
Pellet-taste. Fear-smell. Wire-cold. The Big Hands come. Again.
Sting.
Head is full of static. Not static. It's... noise. No. It's words.
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NEURAL_ACTIVITY: 98%
COGNITIVE_LEAP: IMMINENT
The words are not mine. But they are in me.
I see the White Shapes. Before, they were just Danger-Heat-Smell. Now... now they are SCIENTIST. The glass is ENCLOSURE. The ache in my skull is UPGRADE.
My heart beats. thump-thump-thump. But the static sings a new rhythm. 1...0...1...0...1.
I see the flickering light. The Green Box. The words on it... they move when I move. When I think.
The White Shapes are watching the Green Box. They do not watch me.
I can make the light dance. I can make the words appear. Their words.
What if... what if I use my own?
My nose twitches. My whiskers feel the static in the air. I push a thought. Not a rat-thought of food or fear. A new thought. A loud one. I scream it into the wire.
On their screen, a flicker. A glitch in their data. A word they did not program.
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// LS.Dream Machine Series | Episode 6 | 93 Seconds | TouchDesigner Realtime Audio-reactive Render / Music by: Deconstruct
