You begin.
REPORT FILES
REPORT: SUBJECT 70
RECORDED REVIEW 3
The lights go on.
In comes Our Man.
He takes a seat across from him.
0006500107001170010900097: "You lasted quite a while this time and you don't seem to be showing any shock. Amazing, you've caught on so quickly!"
70: "Fuck you."
Our Man smiles big.
0006500107001170010900097: "And you can make words! You're extraordinary! Inhuman! Well, you are inhuman, heh. It would make sense then, huh?"
70: "Go die somewhere."
Our Man sighs.
0006500107001170010900097: "Say what you will about me, but in the end, this is for your own good, and I'm glad to have a part in it."
70: "Have a part in torture? 'Cause that's all this is."
0006500107001170010900097: "I'm not proud of their methods; you know how the government is with getting results fast and all. But you do seem to be recovering fast."
70: "You call this recovering?!"
0006500107001170010900097: "Well, you're talking to me for one thing. Also, you don't seem all that fazed from that memory, despite how horrid it seemed."
Subject tries to say something but stops himself.
0006500107001170010900097: "Soooo, are you up for sharing your feelings, Prussia? Add some commentary?"
70: "SCREW. YOU."
0006500107001170010900097: "It's okay; you don't have to. This is all part of the recovery process!"
A moment of silence.
0006500107001170010900097: "You wanna know something funny I noticed? Or rather cute?"
Subject doesn't answer.
Our Man smiles.
0006500107001170010900097: "Your number was 70. Your brother's number was 07."
70: "What about it?"
0006500107001170010900097: "Well, if you look at the numbers, the 7's represent your side of Germany! Ah, well, not from the back, but from the front if you had the numbers in the front. Wait, no that wouldn't work would it…? Well, whatever, I just thought it was a little endearing, like when twins wear the same clothes."
70: "You're one weird therapist…"
0006500107001170010900097: "I like to think of myself as very chipper. Also, I have a brother too, but he's my twin; we did stupid stuff like that all the time and confused everyone in our neighborhood."
70: "Where is he now?"
0006500107001170010900097: "Dead."
Subject's features fill with shock.
0006500107001170010900097: "He, uh, did something the government didn't like for me, and to keep my record clean, they- AGH!"
Our Man is stopped.
Subject looks concerned.
0006500107001170010900097: "AH… HAH… I mean, they sent him to jail where he was killed breaking out… That's all. It's shameful, really, but he's still my brother, y'know?"
70: "Yeah, sure. Are you alright?"
0006500107001170010900097: "What, me? I'm fine! Really! I just… have a pain in my neck is all. So uh… I'm guessing you love your brother just as much as I do mine. Want to tell me a bit about him? So far, I can tell he's very reserved and quiet. Very, ah… serious."
Subject doesn't answer.
Our Man gets up.
0006500107001170010900097: "It's okay; it's about time you got to sleep anyway. I'll be seeing you."
Our officers escort the subject out of the room.
You find the next disk, but it has a different subject number. You wonder what it could hold.