5 Minute Freewrite: Doormat

in #hive-1611553 years ago

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It was a wonky kind of day. I entered my office that morning to find an entire family. A husband, wife, and two girls, around 4 and 6. That in itself was remarkable, as intact family units were rare sightings for me.

A meal of canned tuna and Hostess cupcakes adorned a blanket, while sleeping bags and piles of clothes were strewn haphazardly throughout the room. Draped over the copy machine was a towel, covered with cornmeal and something else. Little specks of white dotted the carpet.

They’d even set up a camping stove, which the man was operating while the woman handled the cornmeal mix. The girls played with the plastic eating utensils, clashing the knives together like they were engaged in a sword fight.

A smell drifted toward me. Hush puppies? Pork chops? Man, I hadn’t had those in ages. I began to salivate. Maybe I’d wait before telling them to leave.

Still, I had meetings, business to attend to. They couldn’t just hang out here.

“Hello,” I began.

They didn't register my presence at all. It was almost like we were separated by a glass enclosure.

I searched for what to say next. We had no formal protocol for this sort of scenario.

“What brought you here?” I said. Far more polite than what I wanted to ask: What the hell are you doing here?

Still they ignored me. My first meeting was approaching.

After some deliberation, I walked to my boss—Harold's—office. He was always telling me to be more proactive and to stop asking him stupid questions that I could easily figure out myself. Still, this to me seemed like it fell outside of the “easily figure-out-able” category.

When I entered his office, he was bent over his accounting books, brow furrowed, with an expression of such intense concentration I didn’t dare interrupt. Finally, he looked up and caught my eye.

“Ron!” he snapped. “How long have you been standing there, goddamnit?”

“I just got here.” I shuffled in the doorway.

“Well, what is it?” he demanded, ignoring my obvious lie.

“There’s…” How would I even explain it? He wouldn’t believe me, anyway. “I’ll show you.”

“Show me? What is this, some sort of joke? You can’t even form a proper sentence?”

I turned back toward my office. Sighing audibly, he followed.

The woman was now making some sort of powdery orange drink, which she was mixing at my desk. The girls were running circles around the office. The man continued to fry up a storm, grease spraying everywhere.

“Well, what is it?” Harold said.

My heart sunk. I shook my head.

“So now you can’t speak at all?” Harold grunted. “I don’t know what to do with you.”

He continued to stare for a few seconds, making sure his disgust with me sunk in, before leaving.

The smells had grown even more potent, and I could hear the grease hissing in the pan.

Now for the next test. I tapped the woman on the shoulder. It was clearly there, like I could feel something solid below my finger. She did not register my touch, though.

I shoved her. Still, no response.

Resigned, I sat at my desk—pushing aside the cups—wiped down my sticky keyboard, and turned to my first agenda item for the day.


This is my entry to @mariannewest's daily freewrite challenge. Today's prompt is wonky.


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The operators doing V2K with remote neural monitoring want me to believe this lady @battleaxe is an operator. She is involved in the same discord groups around @fyrstikken and friends. Her discord is Battleaxe#1003. Shes in some groups with seemingly detached characters that dont even acknowledge the others in the group, looking oddly staged. She starts projects and does nothing with it or the delegations after its used to sway people. Like @steempowertwins does<------fake along with her @teamgood <------fake. No substance in her comments and has a following that adores her for what? Life coach she is not nor is she insightful with any meaningful skills to follow. Ruler of pixie dust maybe? I would like for someone to show me but probably wont out fear maybe? @fyrstikken groups around him down voted me into censored and not viewable on my accounts as soon I told what they were doing.
I cant prove @battleaxe is the one directly doing the V2K and RNM. Doing it requires more than one person at the least. It cant be done alone. She cant prove she is not one of the ones doing V2K because she cant and could care less. I guarantee she knows this is going around and still wont prove it because she cant. Many of us here can prove what they have been doing to survive the past 5 years. What does she live off of? It definitely isnt in public view here.

I was drugged in my home covertly, it ended badly. They have been trying to kill me using RNM with applied V2K mental games while revealing as many accessories to the crime as they can. I bet nobody does anything at all. Ask @battleaxe to prove it. I bet she wont. Pretty serious accusations to just blow off and leave the crypto community hanging in fear of this danger.

They want me to believe the V2K and RNM in me is being broadcast from her location. And what the fuck is "HOMELAND SECURITY" doing about this shit? I think stumbling over their own dicks maybe? Just like they did and are doing with the Havana Syndrome. They should start by looking at the communications between the top witnesses of Hive and the connection to @fyrstikken groups. Google his fucking name and see where his other interests lie around at least once maybe? The connections between @fyrstikken groups and all the exchanges built for Hive? Bet that would reveal some crazy ball less nutty shit. Homeland security should start preparing for their own incarcerations seeing how sloppy this was done. Patriot act my ass. Think we are really fools? Bad position your not getting out of. Dont be last to blow the whistle. Who will protect you?

People in and around @fyrstikkens groups are reckless and should have shown the proper media what they had before taking me hostage for 5 long torturing years and counting. That is a long time to wait for someone to die.

What would you say while having a gun pointed at your head from an undisclosed location? Have people find it? My hands are tied while they play like children with a gun to my head. Its a terrorist act on American soil while some yawn and say its not real or Im a mental case. Many know its real. This is an ignored detrimental to humanity domestic threat. Ask informed soldiers in the American military what their oath is and why nothing is being done. Nobody has I guess. Maybe someone told ill informed soldiers they cant protect America from military leaders in control that have ill intent. How do we protect locked up soldiers prevented from telling the truth from being treated as criminals? Not to mention civilians we let our leaders treat the same way. https://ecency.com/fyrstikken/@fairandbalanced/i-am-the-only-motherfucker-on-the-internet-pointing-to-a-direct-source-for-voice-to-skull-electronic-terrorism-terrorism

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