>>6108756>>6108766>>6109155>>I’m going to talk to them outside while you hide what needs to be hiddenIt’s times like these that you really have to trust in The Niceness. I tell Knape “I’ve got this” and his expression blooms from betrayal to gratitude. As I approach the door I look back and I can tell that Knape has so many good reasons I shouldn’t do this he just doesn’t know where to start, so instead he does something unexpected and incredible: he listens to me. I breathe in, slow and deliberate and imagine myself biting down on leather like in an old world amputation, and then, I open the door. My eyes adjust to the sunlight like a drop of dye in water.
“What seems to be the problem?” Is what I say to the closest human outline.
“Sir, we have reason to believe that you may have been involved in an incident which has now become an inquiry.”
“Protocol dictates that you are to now empty your pockets, drop to your knees and clasp your hands over your head”
“Okay, alright, I am complying” I say and I can hear their weapons jostling as I reach into my pockets and pull out a mixture of lint and laundry tokens, two notebooks and an acorn skin wallet. My knees touch the ground and I catch a faint blue glimmer leaking out of the boot soles of the agent on the back left.
“Okay sir, do we have your permission to extract your recent memory points or would you like to opt for a physical interrogation?”
The blue agent is breathing raggedly now. Wheezing.
“Sir you have to choose or we will have no choice but to consider this an implied altercation”
>Consent to memory extraction>Opt for a physical interrogation>Point out the blue agents wheezing>Try and make a break for it>Pray to The Niceness>Something else 