I wake up early every day, I get out of bed, and I go into my Spiritual Connection room. The room is small. It's only wide enough to lay down in and I can't really stand up straight inside. But, They tell me it's important to be connected to your spirit so I use it every day. I get in and sit in the chair, then the lights go black and I wake up outside my house, ready to start the day. I love my Spiritual Connection room, I always feel really happy after I use it. Also, it leaves a little hole in my arm to let me know it loves me too.

My house is in the ground, and it looks like a small hill from a distance. The inside of my house is very comfortable. The walls are stony gray and the floor and ceiling are very bright. The chairs are white and soft. I love my house, just like They love me. Outside is nice too, but I prefer the house. Outside, there is green grass. The grass is flat and long, and every blade is the same height. There are also little black pebbles in between the blades that stick to my skin. When I go outside, I feel a little sad to leave it but when I see my kites I feel much better. I have three kites. One of them is a diamond shape. It's a beautiful shade of blue, just like the sky. It has a long tail that moves very nicely in the wind. The other kites are triangle shaped, and much bigger. They are green and yellow.

Every day, I take my blue kite and send it up first. It always goes up no matter what and I feel good when it's flying. Sometimes I think it touches the sky, but They tell me not to worry. The sky is too high to touch. Next, I send up the other kites. They are much faster and can do twirls in the air.

I wish I could be a kite.

I wish I could fly up and see what is past the sky, or what is in the West.

I know the sky ends.

I've seen Them.

Sometimes They take away a part of the sky and put a new one in.

When I see Them I have to go on a second Spiritual Connection.

That one always hurts.

I'm allowed to go in any direction except West as long as I come back in time for my next Connection. Sometimes I sit on top of my house and watch my kites, and I look to the west. The noises come from the West, and I want to know why. No, I can't. Curiosity is wrong. It causes problems for Them. I must stay and tend to the kites so they won't wander away. But...what if I brought the kites down and put them away? Then they wouldn't be able to crash...no. I can't.

They are calling me. I can feel it. They don't talk, they give me messages with a feeling. A feeling in my head. It feels like a little buzz. There is a bump on my head where I feel Them but They tell me it's from when I hit my head on the floor. I've never hit my head, I'm much too careful. They lie a lot. I don't think They trust me, They don't always make sense and never answer my questions. Maybe They can't hear me talk. That's why They buzz inside my head. They can't talk like I can.

The West is becoming too loud. I need to go inside. I can hear the sounds. It sounds like horns. It fills the air. It is disgusting. The sky is yellow in the West, and the grass is burnt. I don't ever talk about the West, but I can't keep ignoring it. It is bad and I wish not to go there. The horns blare so loudly. I hate them. I wish they would shrivel up and die.

I wake up early every day, I get out of bed, and I go into my Spiritual Connection room. The room is small. It's only wide enough to lay down in and I can't really stand up straight inside. But, They tell me it's important to be connected to your spirit so I use it every day. I get in and sit in the chair, then the lights go black and I wake up outside my house, ready to start the day. I hate my Spiritual Connection room, I always feel really horrible after I use it. Also, it leaves a little hole in my arm to let me know that They own me.

Why do they do this? What is a spirit and why do I need to connect to it? Why am I here? Who am I? What is my name? Am I human? AM I HUMAN? THEN WHAT IS MY NAME?

Oh no...it's happening again. I'm sorry, please...don't let the kites crash. I cannot watch them anymore. I need to get out. This is not normal. I feel curious. I remember things that never happened. I remember people, like me. I can't believe the thoughts, I am alone in this world. There are no other people. I need to end the thoughts. Now. Take the kites and run. I'm not coming. This world is too much noise, I need peace and quiet. I'm going to the west. There is no other option. Goodbye.

The rubble and dust has laid untouched for years. The once lively control panels now dormant, their circuitry nonfunctioning for ages. Out of the broken window lies the Dome. The dome is in ruins, panels missing from the ceiling, one corner burnt to a crisp from an electrical fire, the panels above that corner stained yellow from the heat, the fire alarms blaring. The catwalks they used to repair the dome are rusted and decrepit. The astroturf inside the dome is falling apart. The subject is still in the corner, burnt alive by the fire. Three kites are suspended from the dome's ceiling from wires. The subject's chamber is still intact, his bleeding room fully functional. Hulking vials filled with his blood dot the facility, some turning rotten with age. Vast pipelines stretch from the vials to the ceiling. The pumps, now inactive, once filled transport trucks with blood for the fledgling hospitals. The other subjects died long ago, it was only a matter of time beofre subject 13 went insane. Posts abandoned in a hurry, the facility is desolate...save for the subject and the AI. The facility's AI is still spouting orders to the subject in it's clean, filtered, synthetic voice.

"SUBJECT 13, PLEASE REFRAIN FROM GOING NEAR THE ELECTRICAL FIRE. CLEANUP CREWS ARE EN ROUTE.''

"SUBJECT 13, PLEASE ENTER THE BLEEDING CHAMBER."

"SUBJECT 13, PLEASE RESPOND."

And his chip buzzed and buzzed, relaying the messages, his corpse slowly decomposing around it. No cleaning crews were en route. The last bombs had dropped years ago, rigged to explode by the young and stupid by order of the old and weak, and yet the subject and the AI still were together. The subject dead and the AI caught in an infinite loop of pre-composed statements, they stayed at a stalemate until the last battery reserve finally lost its charge...and there was silence.