This is a recount of a recorded therapy session
of Male
Patient XY:
After approximately 600 hours of intensive
individual therapy…
The patient still believes it’s some sort of Serial Killer
that travels the Earth dispatching tortured souls into oblivion…
Here is an excerpt of its recent musings
during a session:
“Walking along this corridor with my companion (Goatboy)
in this experimental facility. I want to
be a heretic searching for my prey. If
we are just dust then it doesn’t matter who we KILL. Looking for the Weak and Wicked. Sent here to dispatch these worthless
creatures to the Great Beyond. Trust
me…there is no way to help us. If I were
to sleep, I could dream. If I were
afraid, I could hide. If I am insane, don't
put your wires in my brain…”
The tape ends abruptly…
“We
were born sick and becoming sicker each day.”
~
Anonymous
