What If the life you live is not real. It is manufactured by psychologist and psychiatrist? (excerpt from Going Educational)
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"As you learned from our gathering Mr. Walker, the patients have been induced through hypnotic means. Specifically, by sounds and sights that alter their memories. The final triggering effect was a universally know religious doctrine..."
"Christianity. Right?" I interrupted Dr. __________ . "Yes, Mr. Walker, it was incited by a prayer. Rather we think it is rights or wrong the media; and rather we think their intentions are good or evil, Christianity has been seen and heard infinite amount of times in America. Thus our patients are in their own manufactured best lives. Carlton, Pierce, Ben, and Dr. Handy have not experienced happiness for a long time. This is the safest way to rehabilitate them back into society."
"They can't live in the real world when they are living in a fantasy world." Jennifer Blake protested Dr. ________, as if it were some staged answer. Like they expected me to ask such a question.
"Indeed, Ms. Blake. There are important therapeutic steps we must take." Dr._______ calmly replied.
"Don't worry we can. We will achieve this goal." Anne Simpson assured. I followed Anne Simpson and Jennifer Blake inside the chamber. The screens on the floor, walls, and ceiling, were scrambled. It was like a motion picture collage. "As you can see Mister Walker, our clients are living peaceful happy memories." Anne Simpson paused. Blake took over, "Our clients are Carlton Hill, Pierce Brewer, Ben Earnest, and our newest one is Paul Handy." I smirked feeling invincible. I wanted Jennifer Blake and Anne Simpson to know that I had a part in bringing 'their clients' here. I dare not tell them vocally. Not just yet. For I owe it to Clarksdale. I owe it to Mississippi.
The four clients were talking to themselves. Their eyes had no expression. Indeed, they were lost/found in their own minds. Lost/Found on whose valid point of view? I was a bit shocked at their comatose. Relieved, as well, I am not sure how they would react if they knew I was here.
"It's rather amusing. We just walk them around and they do all they need to do; like meals, showers, and meds. These things do not break their hallucination. Easiest job, like ever!" Jennifer Blake explained giggling.
"I was the one..." I thought, my pride and curiosity almost has me telling the truth.
"How is this possible? How do they remain in their halluination?" I asked.
"Mr. Walker." She cued and the strange buzzing binaural beat changed. I became very disoriented. Started with me not knowing who was talking to me. It was Jennifer Blake. Her and I were alone. She was fondling me. Our lips barely touching, "Because you know how this all ends… All that you touch and all that you see is all your life will EVER BE.
Looked in that mirror so much that a piece of yourself was forever concealed in the reflection.” From TellMeVision-tie in
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"As you learned from our gathering Mr. Walker, the patients have been induced through hypnotic means. Specifically, by sounds and sights that alter their memories. The final triggering effect was a universally know religious doctrine..."
"Christianity. Right?" I interrupted Dr. __________ . "Yes, Mr. Walker, it was incited by a prayer. Rather we think it is rights or wrong the media; and rather we think their intentions are good or evil, Christianity has been seen and heard infinite amount of times in America. Thus our patients are in their own manufactured best lives. Carlton, Pierce, Ben, and Dr. Handy have not experienced happiness for a long time. This is the safest way to rehabilitate them back into society."
"They can't live in the real world when they are living in a fantasy world." Jennifer Blake protested Dr. ________, as if it were some staged answer. Like they expected me to ask such a question.
"Indeed, Ms. Blake. There are important therapeutic steps we must take." Dr._______ calmly replied.
"Don't worry we can. We will achieve this goal." Anne Simpson assured. I followed Anne Simpson and Jennifer Blake inside the chamber. The screens on the floor, walls, and ceiling, were scrambled. It was like a motion picture collage. "As you can see Mister Walker, our clients are living peaceful happy memories." Anne Simpson paused. Blake took over, "Our clients are Carlton Hill, Pierce Brewer, Ben Earnest, and our newest one is Paul Handy." I smirked feeling invincible. I wanted Jennifer Blake and Anne Simpson to know that I had a part in bringing 'their clients' here. I dare not tell them vocally. Not just yet. For I owe it to Clarksdale. I owe it to Mississippi.
The four clients were talking to themselves. Their eyes had no expression. Indeed, they were lost/found in their own minds. Lost/Found on whose valid point of view? I was a bit shocked at their comatose. Relieved, as well, I am not sure how they would react if they knew I was here.
"It's rather amusing. We just walk them around and they do all they need to do; like meals, showers, and meds. These things do not break their hallucination. Easiest job, like ever!" Jennifer Blake explained giggling.
"I was the one..." I thought, my pride and curiosity almost has me telling the truth.
"How is this possible? How do they remain in their halluination?" I asked.
"Mr. Walker." She cued and the strange buzzing binaural beat changed. I became very disoriented. Started with me not knowing who was talking to me. It was Jennifer Blake. Her and I were alone. She was fondling me. Our lips barely touching, "Because you know how this all ends… All that you touch and all that you see is all your life will EVER BE.
Looked in that mirror so much that a piece of yourself was forever concealed in the reflection.” From TellMeVision-tie in
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