Factory Worker's Diary

August 5, 1998

I can't stand it anymore! I have to take the subjects to the operating table and sever their skulls to extract a part of their brain. I do this over and over, day after day... It is awful. Guilt stays with me all the time, even after I go to bed.

Commander Vincent instructs us... "Do not see them as humans. They are just raw material we use to create Tyrants with." But it is we who cut their skulls. I can never consider them as just raw materials. They are humans just like we are.

I asked Commander Vincent about ways to reduce their suffering, but he ignored my request, saying that by using anesthetics, pure Beta Hetero Nonserotonin cannot be extracted. Even if it is the company's orders, I don't believe what we are doing is ethical... I'm sure that I'll be sent to the worst possible place, when I die.

Or perhaps should I say, I'm already there...