Beau
Connected
2000, Place Unknown
"Its really dark in here."
A melancholy voice in my head that is not my own. Who are you?
"Yes, it is."
"Can you see me?"
"No."
"Good."
Glad sounds.
"Do you not want to be seen?"
"No, I don't want to be seen."
Reverberation.
"Where are you?"
A chuckle in the darkness, bouncing off the walls like a tube.
"I don't know. I don't really give a damn."
"You sound like you're from southern Australia."
"Do I?"
"You don't know?"
"No. I don't know anything."
"Why not?"
"I don't know."
"I was going to ask if it was nice there."
Another chuckle, distinctly Aussie.
"I wouldn't know, mate."
"See? You are Australian."
"I don't really care."
"Why not?"
"I don't really care about anything."
"No?"
"No. You ask a lot of questions."
"Do you not want questions?"
"That was another question!"
More laughter. Then silence.
"Are you still there? Where did you go?"
"I haven't laughed in a long time."
"Why not?"
"Everything is a question from you."
"I just want to know where you are."
"I don't know where I am."
"Are you okay?"
Laughing again. Echoing off of what?
"Gee, mate. Wish I had known you when I was alive."
"What do you mean you're not alive?"
"I don't know. I don't really know if I am anymore."
"What do you mean you don't know if you're alive anymore?"
Silence.
More silence.
"Hello?"
Crackling sounds.
"Hello?"
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