Near the CanAda-US boRder. HeaDing south.
Found anold teXtile mill. AbaNdoned duriNg some legal dispute, probaBly. Near a forEst, soitwas just a maTter of time befoRe soMeOne was sent. A prOxie. Let’s call him Henry. Henry juMped meinthe woods with a shoVel. Hewasnot exPecTing meto bite hisearoff. I clubbEd him with the shOvel beFore he could reCOver.
There has been somEThing I have wanTed to test fora while. What happeNs to caPtive proxIes?
EXPeRIMENt 1:
Henry has been inthe coRNer of a small, windOWless room for three hours now. When he first woke upand realIzed that hewas tied toa chair, he was not hapPy.
Henry: You fuCking basTard! I’m going to kill you!
Me: Hello.
(Long pause)
Henry: They told meyou were messEd up. I didN’t reaLIse He let nutJObs get away.
Me: SaNIty is reLatIve ifnot non-EXistant. Weare going todoa test. Areyou fine with that?
Henry: NoIamnot fuCKing FINE with that! Letmegoyou ear-eatiNg pSycho!
Me (sighing): It appEaRs only oneofusis going to learn a lessOn today.
(I drag the chair into the room)
Henry: What the fuck areyou doing?!?
Me: TeSting a theOry.
(I close the door)
Henry hasyetto disaPpear. It seems that I was right aboUt blind spots, butI haven’t yet solved my quesTIon.
ExcuSe me while I shoot Henry.
