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"Hello there."

The man smiled in front of a crowd in an effort to be liked.

The crowd wasn't really there, And he wasn't talking to anyone.

The man stated a joke, nobody found it funny but the "crowd" laughed anyways also in an effort to be liked. Other than a few honest ones.

He was uneasy, this was all a play. Individuality must be sacrificed in order for preservation of self.

"Today, I think I've discovered something new."


The man sat down, stating what he had discovered.


Level 0.

The man smiled, Still not truly expressing himself and trying to remain as "professional" to the nonexistent crowd.

The man pointed at someone, A faceless being that wasn't there.

They talked for a while, And when the time was appropriate the man asked :

"How do you plan on maintaining this place?"
"We won't have to." 

The man stayed vague on purpose.

The nonexistent faceless being walked back to his seat as the man pointed towards another one.

They all looked identical, the same clothing, no facial features, no hair.


Realistically, they wouldn't be able to see anything.


Yet they somehow saw, because they didn't truly exist.

The man from the other seat walked up.

He talked a bit, asked a series of meaningless questions. And when the time was appropriate the man asked :

"So, Will there be anything like experiments in there?"
"A couple, We're probably going to have the rest of the space for the garbage."

Yet again, He stayed vague.

He pointed at the others, coming up, asking a question or a couple, returning to their seats.

The man would turn now, There wasn't anything but his own paranoia. And when he turned back around the crowd was gone.

There never was a crowd in the first place.

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