The tangled webs converge and Meet.

The Unaware go through their motions precisely.

They follow the Script.

 

Laughter

We drive through the cool night,

Through the buildings and lights,

We take a right.

 

We drive down the boulevard,

We enter the courtyard,

Into a line, behind cars.

 

We state our wishes,

Pay with our riches,

Receive our dishes.

 

We head on out,

Back to the mount,

And I have no doubt.

 

We laugh,

In this raft,

Of metalcraft,

 

(Part three of Help from 2026/03/15)

I Fear

July 26 2025

I I they know they have to. I could almost see it in their eyes, feel it… I must have slipped up last time we met. I must have. They didn’t see me did they? They couldn’t have… But then why…

I’m scared. I mean, I’ve been scared every day these years, but this is different. I fear them more each day. Each day, it… it gets worse. Worse and worse every day. At least before they were kinda steady, but now they’ve been acting differently. They know. But they can’t. It must be something else. Or I’m just imaging this, in all my…

(Part two of Control from 2026/01/08)

Rescue (Control (2026/01/08), pt. 2)

“I’m here to help you,” whispered Ghost to the man sitting—still and silent—at the edge of the bed. They would have taken control by now, and she’d seen their Abductors pull up outside. M entered behind Ghost, and together they tried supporting the undoubtedly terrified man with their shoulders. But of course, they had locked his limbs. Well, they had prepared for this. Ghost would thank M later for her seemingly-excessive paranoia, once they were back at the safehouse—if it could be called that.

M set down a small bag and took out a folded chair—not unlike a lawn chair—and unfolded it. The chair had makeshift bars for lifting, so it could be carried similarly to a stretcher. Ghost and M quickly and awkwardly maneuvered the frozen man into the chair, then hurried to lift him up and out of there.

“Damn, this is heavy,” M hissed.

Ghost just grunted—she was used to doing difficult work. She could handle a little discomfort… or a lot… for an important cause.

The duo—carrying the chair with the man—shuffled across the wooden floor and out the doorway. Ghost could hear the Drones, she thought. That nearly-silent yet somehow obvious buzz of monotony and hell. She hoped these weren’t Terminator Drones. After all, why send Abductors if they’re just going to Terminate the person? Ghost whispered to M—they couldn’t take the stairs again; they’d have to find a window. Preferably one on the facing away from the force gathered outside.

Straining from the weight of carrying the man, Ghost and M walked throught the hallways of the apartment building, making their way to the other side of the building. As they walked, Ghost heard the buzzing again. When they reached the man’s room and found it empty…

Suddenly, the man—in robotic, jerky motions—stood up, causing Ghost and M to stumble.

M caught herself on a small hallway table. “Oh crap,” she said, not bothering to whisper.

 

Seeing, Understanding

“I’ve Seen Them,” she whispered.

He glanced at her quickly before turning back to the road. “Hmm? Seen who?”

“I do not Understand but I See Them…” she said under her breath, staring sightlessly ahead at the fog.

“What do you mean?”

“They Enter my mind, my dreams, I’ve Seen Them oh I See Them!”

 

- Lily