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No. 28

I don’t know where to begin. I am both terrified and excited. I know something is coming but the last days have been rewarding enough.

First things first.

At the end of my work at the western tower, H505H came to me.

For the first time in so long, I spoke to someone. Really spoke. With our vocal cords.

I mostly whispered. It had been so long, I wasn’t sure if the noises coming out of my mouth would be too loud. I was scared we might alarm everyone.

But we couldn’t even hear ourselves.

I tried to understand what she was saying by the movement of her lips but I couldn’t. She couldn’t either.

We continued speaking anyway, the information being lost somewhere in time.

Four nights ago, I was working in the storage room as always. Picking the headsets from the bag, organizing them by pairs of two. They belonged to the people who had died this week. I wrote each number down in my notes as usual, by habit, out of simple curiosity.

By now I had a list. I added new ones, moving my eyes quickly while packing them. D505D, G808G, E12012E and F…

Oh. F202F. The poet.

Natural, or Induced ?

I put it into the box gently. I was thinking…

I needed a way to tell H505H about the headsets, we could exchange messages by wearing each others ! But how could I let her know in the first place?

I could only communicate with people from the F group.

All of this,

the thinking, the organization, everything was happening at the same time. It was almost like a dance of numbers and letters.

14014 404 11011 909 707 808 202 505

What brings her back.

Something will bring her back.

I can feel us falling. Is it too late ?

H505H.

Somewhere, there is a universe…

No.

I can’t finish this right now. It’s useless

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