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==Episode 07: WHO'S LISTENING== | ==Episode 07: WHO'S LISTENING== | ||
"I needed to step back and look at the full picture of what ONI had done, but my mind just wouldn't do it. Instead I was fixated on one odd piece; the doppelgangers made to replace the kidnapped kids. Out of the disgusting quilt Petrosky had laid out I was stuck imaging the tragic life of one of these clones. They were human, they were created in a lab, altered so their bodies grew painfully fast, their bones stretching by the hour, newborns inflated into 6 year olds. Someone taught them to walk to speak, did their handlers touch them? Did anyone look in their eyes? Did they have names? When it was time ONI plopped them into some other kid's life, leaving them alone in a dark unfamiliar room in a bed that was probably still warm. In the morning a family would walk in, strangers who wouldn't even know to explain any of this to them, no one would comfort them. They were completely lost, and then, these small children, would begin to die. Breaking, withering away surrounded by confused heartbroken strangers who were powerless to help them, all the doctors making frantic attempts to stop the spreading rot from eating this little terrified person alive. It was all just desperate wailing against the inevitable, and they would be forced to endure all of it, because no one knew the truth; that these children had lived in chaos until they died in excruciating pain because someone had designed them to do just that. The nightmare the clones endured was not a byproduct of ONI's plan, the nightmare was the plan." | "I needed to step back and look at the full picture of what ONI had done, but my mind just wouldn't do it. Instead I was fixated on one odd piece; the doppelgangers made to replace the kidnapped kids. Out of the disgusting quilt Petrosky had laid out I was stuck imaging the tragic life of one of these clones. They were human, they were created in a lab, altered so their bodies grew painfully fast, their bones stretching by the hour, newborns inflated into 6 year olds. Someone taught them to walk to speak, did their handlers touch them? Did anyone look in their eyes? Did they have names? When it was time ONI plopped them into some other kid's life, leaving them alone in a dark unfamiliar room in a bed that was probably still warm. In the morning a family would walk in, strangers who wouldn't even know to explain any of this to them, no one would comfort them. They were completely lost, and then, these small children, would begin to die. Breaking, withering away surrounded by confused heartbroken strangers who were powerless to help them, all the doctors making frantic attempts to stop the spreading rot from eating this little terrified person alive. It was all just desperate wailing against the inevitable, and they would be forced to endure all of it, because no one knew the truth; that these children had lived in chaos until they died in excruciating pain because someone had designed them to do just that. The nightmare the clones endured was not a byproduct of ONI's plan, the nightmare was the plan." | ||
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Episode 07: WHO'S LISTENING
"I needed to step back and look at the full picture of what ONI had done, but my mind just wouldn't do it. Instead I was fixated on one odd piece; the doppelgangers made to replace the kidnapped kids. Out of the disgusting quilt Petrosky had laid out I was stuck imaging the tragic life of one of these clones. They were human, they were created in a lab, altered so their bodies grew painfully fast, their bones stretching by the hour, newborns inflated into 6 year olds. Someone taught them to walk to speak, did their handlers touch them? Did anyone look in their eyes? Did they have names? When it was time ONI plopped them into some other kid's life, leaving them alone in a dark unfamiliar room in a bed that was probably still warm. In the morning a family would walk in, strangers who wouldn't even know to explain any of this to them, no one would comfort them. They were completely lost, and then, these small children, would begin to die. Breaking, withering away surrounded by confused heartbroken strangers who were powerless to help them, all the doctors making frantic attempts to stop the spreading rot from eating this little terrified person alive. It was all just desperate wailing against the inevitable, and they would be forced to endure all of it, because no one knew the truth; that these children had lived in chaos until they died in excruciating pain because someone had designed them to do just that. The nightmare the clones endured was not a byproduct of ONI's plan, the nightmare was the plan."
