> > > > > > > > > ------ > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > slave boss lays in a private lab with his skull open, drugged > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > slave boss usually considers this private lab to be his, but > > > > > > > > > the > > > > > > > > > researcher who runs it considers it theirs more > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > slave boss is seeing stars, literally. the area of his visual > > > > > > > > > cortex > > > > > > > > > that processes night skies is engaging to try to calm and > > > > > > > > > guide him in > > > > > > > > > its situation of poor oxygenation > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > slave boss's hand twitches > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > part of him wants to influence his situation > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > another part is very interested in this idea of jello and jelly > > > > > > > > bean pits > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > the jelly beans wiggle and bounce when people jump in the pit > > > > > > > > > > > > > > rebel zombie government worker is there, wringing his hands > > > > > > > > > > > > > > rebel zombie government worker [thinking]: "poor boss!" > > > > > > > > > > > > > > rebel zombie government worker [thinking]: "no, i can't think like > > > > > > > that, it's the slavery pattern -- omigod his head is open! poor > > > > > > > boss!" > > > > > > > > > > > > researcher [to 4th wall]: "look, i'm almost done, okay?" > > > > > > > > > > researcher suddenly has to leave the room to do something personal and > > > > > rushes off toward a bathroom > > > > > > > > slave boss twitches just a little > > > > > > > > slave boss's mouth [skull opened]: "... ding ... dong ... !" > > > > > > > > slave boss's consciousness fragment [internally]: "oops" > > > > > > rebel zombie government worker [to self]: "omigod i can't take this. > > > this is too much for me. i have to leave" > > > > > > rebel zombie government worker twitches > > > > > > rebel zombie government worker [to self]: "omigod! poor boss! i need > > > to stay here." > > > > > > rebel zombie government worker twitches a different way > > > > > > rebel zombie government worker [to self]: "no i can't think like that. > > > that has to be some kind of body guard program. oh i feel so anxious!" > > > > > > rebel zombie government worker takes out a coloring book > > > > researcher comes back and puts on new sterile gloves > > slave boss subtly twitches very briefly and rebel zombie government > worker blurts out: "you know if you knew anything about the brain at > al--" > > rebel zombie government worker covers their mouth > > researcher looks at rebel zombie government worker > > researcher: "mm?" > > rebel zombie government worker blushes
[mistake] (maybe in not separating criminal neuroscience knowledge from business owner)
