Don't think I'd be doing this again, but here we are.

How well we get a few things out of the way, off the bat, though.

How am I doing?

Fucking awful. What more do you want me to say?

And I'm not scared, I'm in pain, and every so often when I get a few moments to myself,

I get paranoid.

To why am I risking another night in the pneumonia penthouse by posting?

See, I'm not.

Adrian and his people watch the activity on my first post.

Saw how many people were interested in this hideous endeavor.

Figured it was an effective way to find a few more volunteers.

I'd like to think this is a point where people stop reading.

They pretend they never saw my rantings, but... That won't happen.

I'm not trying to sneak this out under the cover of darkness and being made to write it.

One more glimpse into a reality few will believe fewer will experience.

The thing in my cell, what is it?

What does it do?

I'm telling you the same thing I'll told Percy the next morning.

The hell if I know.

I've yet to see my cell or anywhere I recognize on the monitors again.

For the past couple of days, so I don't know.

I...

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