Day 12

We're in the room again.

Everything is just like before.  I'm hungry.  I need to remember.  I can't.  I can't.

We eat.  Then I remember.  My pocket.  I eat as much as I can and I scrape some of the spilled brains from the floor to slip into a pocket.  When we are finished, I wait.  I've done better this time, I'm less hungry.  I can think more clearly.  It's important to think clearly.  I don't know why.

I allow my body to walk me into the bright corridor and out through the door.  We're on a walkway above a vast hall.  There are other doors opening on other levels.  Other people in black shuffle out of them.  My companions and I head to a machine.  We're building it or fixing it.  I don't know what it does, but my body knows what to do.  I let it work while I watch.

My body is quick and precise.  It's not like when we're eating.  I fetch tools and make adjustments.  I don't know how my body knows what to do.  The machine is large and there are many machines in the hall.  There are many people.  I'm getting hungrier.

There is something I should do.  It's getting harder to think.  There was something.  Something.  Hungry.  Some...