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Days pass, I slowly become numb. The days slowly blur, his orange hair and unsettling grin eclipsing my vision. The foreman grips my shoulder. I cannot even feel him there. i am dragged out of the room, my compatriots unblinking in the orange light. Multi specked pixels, lining up, organizing themselves into sequences and codes... What is Cameron? Is my connection just to an electronic screen? Can a connection go further? If I were to meet him, would he recognize me, see me in the same way I see him everyday? Or would his eyes pass over, just another korean trying to collect his Semen?
When I land in my new cell, I find that there is still a computer. I find /b/. My work is not yet done.
