**Created by:** Genezhine **You Can Find Me At:** ‘genezhine’ or ‘gene’ --- **RECOVERED JOURNAL NON-PATRIATED ANTONOV** ![[JournalEntry005.png]] No drawings appeared in this instance. <u>Clean Transcript<u/> Cold Cold Cold Cold Cold- Fire, explosions. They took me in. I can’t feel my legs. My right arm. I can’t feel my right arm. It’s dark, I feel a presence, but not a living presence. Something speaking to me. I feel my nerves being tampered with each second, my brain aching. It feels like a chunk is missing. I can’t think straight. Ivan Ivan Ivan Ivan Ivan. Connected. Connected. They keep telling me. A connected world. Controlled… world. I remember a white room. Doctors rushed me to the bed. I was choking. My own blood was filling my lungs, I could see the light starting to fade. Then. Everything turned black. I woke up in this cell. It’s cold. It’s dark. I hear them. T H E Y A R E I N S I D E M Y H E A D H E L P M E Dark dark dark dark- No! Wait. Clarity. I see it now. It’s beautiful. I was too naive and I failed to see it, until now… Signing out. **END OF TRANSCRIPT**