posted on Jan, 15 2018 @ 04:00 PM
My name is Benjamin Micr Xindy. I have been in this prison for what I can only estimate to be about 26 years. Give or take. Memory stops remembering
when everyday is the same you see. My cell is twenty feet by eighteen feet. My feet. A piano sits just to the left of the kitchen. No one knows what a
piano is anymore. They think it's "antique furniture." Kids right.
Right, so you must be confused and/or drunk or both like myself currently. Yippie! If you are reading this then it is already too late. Lay down in
the fetal position and wait to die.
IF YOU ARE NOT DEAD READ ON:
Everything went wrong. We were told it was a mission to take out an enemy by crippling their electrical systems. The enemy is right! I repeat, The
Enemy is and always was Right! You are not who you think you are. None of us are! It's in the air.... they infect you..---x
End of transmission #002
"What the f*** was that?"
"I don't know Sir, we're looking into it now."
"86 is there anyway a SP could know it is a SP?
Benjamin Micr Xindy/: Recovering backup data....