One day, I felt it watching me, monitoring my every move. I was sure they were conducting an experiment. Documenting every flex and fade of each technical, mechanical impulse in my arms and in my legs. I tried to avert my eyes from its solar streamed stare but it burnt me and I had to react like carbonic bubbles and too much soda. Milk of magnesia cooled that acid but their notes were too secretive for me not to peer on. Damn it. Too illegible. Too scrawled.At least I have my pen license. How can their fellow spies understand its reports?
Just lie and cheat, you'll surely defeat
those satellites in the sky.
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