Memo from Lead Experimentor:
We will soon be resuming our experiment, but first I must commend you generators on your progress on your third goal. It seems that you have yet to find the hidden words in the 4th update, without giving it away your last hint will be to look at the capital letters in that update.
Let us now resume the experiment.
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I heard a persistent beeping noise as I struggled to open my eyes. My entire body felt weak and lethargic. The lights in the room hurt my head. I don’t know if you have had a hangover, but the light sensitivity I felt then is similar to how I feel now.
As my eyes struggled to adjust, I saw the room around me. It was made of white, or off white, painted concrete bricks. The rooms decorations were sparse, there was a few power outlets, a window, and a recliner. I tried to sit-up but my body refused. I struggled to but managed to turn my head to the persistent beeping noise, I was connected to a machine. As my brain fog cleared I realized it was a heart monitor. I tried to look at myself.
For some reason though, I couldn’t. My body existed, even in my vision, but when I tried to look at it all I saw was blurred. As if I was watching a reality TV cop show, and one of the suspects faces was blurred.
I tried to remember why I was here, but that memory was nowhere to be found. I had suspected this to be a dream, but the fatigue I feel feels too real. I guess something had to have happened, probably not in my apartment. I live alone, so I have always worried that if something were to happen no one anywhere would notice before it was too late.
I couldn’t remember, and couldn’t see myself. Something was wrong. I tried to focus on looking at myself once more. I was wearing a deep blue hospital gown, I think. Everywhere I looked was still blurred though.
My mouth was extremely dry, my head pounded. I had to close my eyes. Was I abducted by Martians? Is that why everything is always so strange recently? Did they implant something in me? Did they fly me up with wings of silver, between their ever going quest of stealing cows, and make me a promise to save the world? Never, not-ever, had I thought of something so ridiculous, but the thought couldn’t leave my mind.
At that point a nurse walked into the room. His body was not censored like mine was. He was pushing a cart.
“Oh, look who decided to wake up.” He said in a teasing voice. “I brought some food for you, be careful eating, you don’t need to eat it all but you need to fully eat something here. I will be here if you need anything.” He said while raising half of my bed so I was in a reclining situation.
“Why am I here, what happened?” I managed to whisper.
“I don’t know the full story, but I believe you were biking at night and got hit by a car. A few hours later someone found you and called an ambulance. It has been a few days since we admitted you, you know. Why are you only asking this now, did you hit your head too hard? The doctor said that there was no signs of brain damage, remember ?” He said.
“Can you get me some water?” I barely said. I was trying to think of something. The dream before the last one I was biking while floating, maybe I hit my head after the crash and mixed my memories with dreams. Yes, let me try that. I struggled to, but managed to sip on the cup water while thinking my words through.
“When I was hit,” I said in a somewhat clear voice, at least to my ears. “I was wearing a backpack. In the backpack was a beat up book with ‘Aiden’s Dream Journal’ written on the cover. Could you bring it to me.” I asked, although my voice was barely a whisper.
“First you need to eat, I will ask around for that journal once you finish.” He said.
It took what felt like 40 minutes to finish a cup of broth. It felt like an eternity before the nurse returned. He was carrying the journal and a card.
“I found what you were looking for, also your friends sent you a card wishing you a full recovery and to get well.” He said while gently handing me the items. I opened the journal and looked through it, but the second page seemed to have changed.
“Reality is an illusion made by your mind. This reality fades and is replaced as soon as you dream. You are just in possession of a mind that is just foolish enough to replace the new reality with the old one.
Break the chains of your false reality. They have chanted the mantra of hope for eons, and mankind has begun to listen.
§§§§§§ the §§§§ I am §§§§ §§§ GABD’OTH”
As I read I realized I was muttering something. I listened and felt for the word.
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This marks the end of today’s experiment. You have approximately one day to submit your twenty words and before the next update. Assuming my brain dead apprentice can do their job.