July 4, 2017

“How did we get away with this?” I asked, “… or are we committing a new crime?” I couldn’t figure out where I was in time and space. The reconstructions were so authentic that there would even be an illusion of free will when we carried out the same set of actions.

“Ernest is on the way”, said our informant, who also urged us to hide in a room behind the bookcase. I quickly scampered into the alcove before the shelf swung shut again.