Luke.
He got his first message almost a year ago.
A year? They dragged this game on for over a year for
him, and it still wasn’t over?
“They’ll send you a
picture when a new person enters the list.
I got yours a few days ago… I think.”
He has trouble keeping
track of time.
His hands shake.
“The videos are for when someone graduates.”
“The videos are for when someone graduates.”
Graduates. He means dies.
Dies violently.
Like getting shoved in
front of an EL train.
“That’s not all, though.
There are other things.” He blinks for the first time in nearly in a
minute. “Things that you see in the real
world. In person. Not on…” He lifts his
phone.
He tells me his cellphone
battery hasn’t died once in his long year.
Never charged it, but it never died.
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