"Mrs Pace," the cop said, knocking on the car window waking Layla out of some type of self induced trance she had been in since leaving the officer's desk.
Still parked outside the police station.'Was THIS a crime' ,Layla thought angrily, placing her fingers on the keys in the ignition .
Surprised to hear and see the cop knock again on her window.
And more surprised to see the cop smiling
backing away ..holding up his hands
As if to show her he was there for her .On her side .
Mrs. Pace responded to his non verbal cue.
"Yes,' Mrs Pace said, opening the car window trying not to sound
cold..
"Did your son ..Did Denny ...ever write something like this ?" the officer said handing her a print out.
Layla Pace looked at the print out, a blog entry
called "1000 Tin Soldiers"
"Good ..so you've read some of Denny's blog. Congratulations officer "Layla said brusquely .
Layla was disappointed ,something about his visage had made her assume the officer might have some lead,some information. Layla Pace pushed the button to roll up her window, when she saw the officer place his hand through it.
'Wait Mrs Pace,,that entry is not from Denny's blog. It's from another person's blog..A 24 year old small appliance salesman found in a dumpster in Minneapolis ....did Denny by any chance ever read anyone else's blogs...anyone else who thought or assumed they were a Targeted Individual?"
"Denny was autistic officer ...he never cared about anything but whatever happened to be going on in his own mind at any given time. He couldn't help it.Trust me ...he never read anybody else's blog.."
She looked again at the entry called '1000 Tin Soldiers' and knew upon closer perusal while it was indeed the same "story' it was written in a n entirely different cadence and style....
"Do you mind coming back inside the station Mrs Pace?"the officer asked.
"Not at all," Mrs Pace said, 'and you can call me Layla"
Inside the station, at the officer's desk Layla read a post the cop had brought up for her on his laptop- the last entry the dead small appliance salesman had written on his facebook page
they told me it was about 'them'
finding out" who you were "by what stories you followed concerning and during the interface.....
which stories you thought of...added to...went with, ignored etc. ..'they" said it was like a new type of video game ..that went right to your mind ....your senses...
.and if your responses latched upon the wrong story...it meant they could somehow make conclusions about your thought style..
and who you were
what type of person you were
like a Rorschach test.. .. a personality test..
. I don't really know who "they " are..'they" say that is not important.
"They" said -this was about role playing ..like a lot of interactive games.
.they encouraged you to write your own stories..so you would have an outlet.
For the interface. Not be driven mad by it..
But also so they could see...how you assimilated the interfaced stories into narrative.
..they said a Good ,sane and healthy person would instinctively know what stories to follow and which stories one should avoid either" thinking toward"
..or especially writing down...
I think maybe I should not write this story down
I think I know I should not
..but I want to someone to pick up on it.
maybe another kind of "they"
or "them"
so they might see it
..understand" it" a little...
that someone is doing mind studies like this...
and this is no game
.the story is called 1000 tin soldiers...
Still parked outside the police station.'Was THIS a crime' ,Layla thought angrily, placing her fingers on the keys in the ignition .
Surprised to hear and see the cop knock again on her window.
And more surprised to see the cop smiling
backing away ..holding up his hands
As if to show her he was there for her .On her side .
Mrs. Pace responded to his non verbal cue.
"Yes,' Mrs Pace said, opening the car window trying not to sound
cold..
"Did your son ..Did Denny ...ever write something like this ?" the officer said handing her a print out.
Layla Pace looked at the print out, a blog entry
called "1000 Tin Soldiers"
"Good ..so you've read some of Denny's blog. Congratulations officer "Layla said brusquely .
Layla was disappointed ,something about his visage had made her assume the officer might have some lead,some information. Layla Pace pushed the button to roll up her window, when she saw the officer place his hand through it.
'Wait Mrs Pace,,that entry is not from Denny's blog. It's from another person's blog..A 24 year old small appliance salesman found in a dumpster in Minneapolis ....did Denny by any chance ever read anyone else's blogs...anyone else who thought or assumed they were a Targeted Individual?"
"Denny was autistic officer ...he never cared about anything but whatever happened to be going on in his own mind at any given time. He couldn't help it.Trust me ...he never read anybody else's blog.."
She looked again at the entry called '1000 Tin Soldiers' and knew upon closer perusal while it was indeed the same "story' it was written in a n entirely different cadence and style....
"Do you mind coming back inside the station Mrs Pace?"the officer asked.
"Not at all," Mrs Pace said, 'and you can call me Layla"
Inside the station, at the officer's desk Layla read a post the cop had brought up for her on his laptop- the last entry the dead small appliance salesman had written on his facebook page
they told me it was about 'them'
finding out" who you were "by what stories you followed concerning and during the interface.....
which stories you thought of...added to...went with, ignored etc. ..'they" said it was like a new type of video game ..that went right to your mind ....your senses...
.and if your responses latched upon the wrong story...it meant they could somehow make conclusions about your thought style..
and who you were
what type of person you were
like a Rorschach test.. .. a personality test..
. I don't really know who "they " are..'they" say that is not important.
"They" said -this was about role playing ..like a lot of interactive games.
.they encouraged you to write your own stories..so you would have an outlet.
For the interface. Not be driven mad by it..
But also so they could see...how you assimilated the interfaced stories into narrative.
..they said a Good ,sane and healthy person would instinctively know what stories to follow and which stories one should avoid either" thinking toward"
..or especially writing down...
I think maybe I should not write this story down
I think I know I should not
..but I want to someone to pick up on it.
maybe another kind of "they"
or "them"
so they might see it
..understand" it" a little...
that someone is doing mind studies like this...
and this is no game
.the story is called 1000 tin soldiers...
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