Already pulling out the abstruse humor eh. Well i see you're doing well. My life has had quite the turn around recently, I was repositioned to a security complex praised for high quality life standards, entirely driven by the convicts themselves, under the regulation of the HappySquad.
I was writing to my loved ones about my condition last night. Just letting them know I'm alive is a relief that I choose to abstain from to save the effort to my productivity. My work duties before i was depositioned was to clean the muzzles of the protective measures our government funded in the best interest of the people, along with the
biopsychological life-enhancement research chambers. I had coffee with a coworker in the pleasant darkness where vision is romantically impaired so that i could more easily convey meaning to her. Fortunately, our work station is equipped by state-funded heat sensitive cameras.
A day later, in the morning, I was escorted by the HappySquad to my new home. I'm confident I will find friends here, especially since we seem to have a lot in common after the
psychosocial reverse engineering therapy I'm going through. I'm lucky to have a state that can pay for my treatment. If I'm recovering quickly enough I should be able to get back to work in just a year, on a task that doesn't require vision or short-term memory, of course.
With warm regards
*the paper is torn here*
Last edited by Lazors; Jun 29, 2017 at 10:43 PM.