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02 || River Tam || Day 55
The air tastes strange. [ River knows the video is on but she's not looking at it, allowing instead for the broadcast to show the hallway of house seventeen in the waning afternoon light.
An arm reaches out and a door swings open to a bedroom. Bed rumpled and several books scattered around but otherwise empty.
They took him and she doesn't know when. They took a note, the whole song is wrong now.
[ River sounds exhausted. ]
The air tastes strange. All the notes should be careful and keep themselves in tune.
An arm reaches out and a door swings open to a bedroom. Bed rumpled and several books scattered around but otherwise empty.
They took him and she doesn't know when. They took a note, the whole song is wrong now.
[ River sounds exhausted. ]
The air tastes strange. All the notes should be careful and keep themselves in tune.
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[Okay so this girl isn't... entirely all there is she.]
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We are the experiment. We are tracked, observed, altered, poked at.
That is the point, the purpose, and the action. That is what happens.
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They're scientists. Poking and prodding at least five things before breakfast.