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@ -37,6 +37,7 @@ def out path, name
puts ':: %s' % title
text = File.read(path)
text.sub!('|next]]') { '|%s]]' % inc(title) }
text.sub!('$version') { `git log --pretty=format:'%as %h' -1` }
puts text
$index.push title
end

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[[source code|https://code.fleshless.org/wtssts/wtssts]]
version: $version
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@ -134,3 +134,146 @@ She fiddles with her phone and suddenly the music starts to play. I know
\ world end put a stop to the avalanche of recorded creativity? Em's off,
\ and I might as well heed her advice. I take off the catsuit and get
\ under the blanket and lay on my stomach and put my arms behind my back.
Is it a coincidence that I like this album? Does Em like it too or did she
\ choose the music for me? How does she know what I like? This goes beyond
\ reading thoughts, I didn't think about any of this since way back when.
\ This looks so alien I didn't try to analyze it and I still don't even know
\ where to start. Am I sleeping? Am I in simulation? How do I confirm? As far
\ as I remember this is an unfalsifiable theory so this is not a start, this
\ is a stop.
I try to remember all the facts about me Em shouldn't know but does. Some
\ of them might really be just luck, others are definite. First track ends
\ and another one starts. Oh, so this is not an album, it's a mixtape. Well,
\ I like this one too. I guess she might somehow have been able to get her
\ hands on my online footprint from fourty years ago... How do I know it's
\ really been fourty years? I can't independently verify any presupposition,
\ so it's hard to go on, too many question marks. For all I know I might be
\ an android... wait... gynoid? Anyway, with generated memories...
This is a scary thought. Maybe I shouldn't go into that, I'm not ready to
\ play the terminator just yet. You know, the thing with the arm. Another
\ track, three for three so far. Let's just relax and listen to the music.
\ Why is it even important to me: the story of this place, of myself, of the
\ world? I'm about to give up an independent existence anyway, shouldn't I
\ be ready to stop thinking for myself? What is it that I'm giving up,
\ exactly? Something I have, but don't use, something that keeps me down
\ instead of providing tools for... yeah, persuit of happiness? I fear that
\ I'm not giving something up, I'm just giving up, and I shouldn't.
"I will go down with the ship" and all that? "There will be no white flag
\ above my door"? "I'm in love and always will be"? That last one feels out
\ of place. Am I in love with Em? Not really, no. But if I were to be,
\ it's not surrendering, it's the opposite, it's where the enemy is
\ thoroughly routed and we take Manhatten, Berlin, and every other place.
\ What, the enemy? Adult life. Human condition.
I ponder for a while. Next track, four for four. I don't have a coherent
\ thought now, I'm just laying down on someone else's bed, SOMEWHERE.
\ Then a line from the song hits me hard. "Would you raise your head if it
\ was kept down low?"
...
Fucking hell, I can't even be a proper submissive bondage slut as it turns
\ out, because I would. Fuck me, I would. No point prolonging this charade,
\ I turn around, I want to get up and leave. Em is here, standing near the
\ bed, looking at me. Half of my face must have melted down, I don't think
\ I look very pretty at the moment. Her eyes are wide, like "what the fuck
\ is happening", like "what the fuck Mute, what now". I sit up, point to
\ the ceiling and wave my finger in the air. How do you show "listen to the
\ lyrics?" I can't be fucked to get creative, not now.
I don't think she understood me, but I'll explain later, if I could first
\ put into words my patchwork of feelings. I get out of the bed, pick up my
\ suit and go back into the room where I left my boots, Em follows.
"Shit, I was hoping to have a dinner with you, I brought food from the
\ canteen." -- she sounds disappointed, maybe I don't need to leave right
\ this second? She hands me my phone. I take it and turn it on again.
> Sorry Em, I'm a mess, you didn't do anything wrong. Give me a minute to
> put myself together and let's have a dinner, sure.
"You look ready to leave, I don't want to keep you here if you don't want
\ to be here."
> It's a natural reaction for me to run away in any situation. You
> shouldn't enable my unproductive behaviour.
She looks at me, uncertain.
"If you want to tell me what the situation is, I want to listen. Sit down
\ on the couch, I'll be your proper host... -ess... today."
The couch is comfortable. What do I tell her? I start typing, hoping it
\ will somehow make sense in the end.
> I can see myself from an outside point of view, and all I do since I
> woke up is freaking out at everything, being hysterical and unreasonable
> and conflicted and impulsive and a pain in the ass for everybody. And
> I want to stop being that, but it doesn't stop, and I don't like it,
> but I keep trying and not getting better. The situation is I'm freaking
> out again. You are correct, I'm not ready, not for what I ask, not for
> anything else. The song made me remember that despite all my erotic
> fantasies I will always defy authority, no gods no masters, and it's a
> difficult circle to square. It's also hard for me to ignore that this
> world is not what I'm used to. I see no place for myself here and that
> keeps me on edge all the time. Secrets don't help at all, nothing makes
> sense, and I thought I can just let it all go, be a pony again, but...
> I don't suppose you have a brainwashing machine and a will to use it.
The food is served, Em sits on a chair across the table and reads my
\ ramblings. I guess I'll take a bite or two, why not. Do I...?
> Can we maybe get, like, drunk or anything?
"Aw, how cute! We can, but not right away. I'll get back to you on that."
She puts her phone down and sits in silence, thinking. Then she starts
\ to eat, still thinking. If she knows me as much as I imagine she does,
\ none of this should come as a surprise, how I am now is how I always
\ have been, so it's interesting what's it she's thinking about. Would
\ she be disappointed that I'm not going to be her thing or would she be
\ relieved, or maybe it's something else entirely?
"I'm not brainwashing you even if I could, like why would I do that?
\ Instead I can offer you two things. First is a job."
That's unexpected, I'm listening.
"It doesn't look like much, but it's a proper job someone has to do.
\ I could play it up... but I don't want to. We need someone to man the
\ bunker again, now that Old Man isn't in there. Keep it tidy, keep it
\ occupied, keep the needle in the green, don't go too far into the
\ woods, simple. No salary, but a place to live and basic necessities
\ covered. You'll have food and fuel supply, no need for survival shit."
It... actually sounds cool. I nod. Em is thinking again, I guess about
\ the second thing.
...
"The second thing is this. I accept your friendship gift at face value,
\ as just a friendship gift. I'll have to be direct now, no way around
\ it. Lace yourself up, don't touch yourself, don't come without me.
\ I'll be visiting from time to time, be patient. Our friendship will
\ be unique, but we are also unique, so it's fitting. I have to remind
\ you that none of this is an order."
Also unexpected, and slightly hot. I nod again. She produces the black
\ ribbon from her pocket, the one I gave her, and places it in front of
\ me. I pick it up.
"You may start whenever you like, I'll send you all the info later. Oh,
\ and take the stairs when you go up, and close that door behind you."
Is it my cue to leave? Do I want to stay? I don't know what I want,
\ really, at least choosing from available options. Does Em want me to
\ leave? I can't tell. If I ask, she'll probably tell me again that
\ this is my decision. Eh, whatever, it's not a big deal...
[[I think I'll go.|next]]
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Today marks two weeks, two weeks I hadn't come. I shouldn't have started with
\ this, but I'm so horny it's hard to think about anything else. Usually what
\ happens is I start daydreaming, get aroused and then try to find something
\ to do to get my mind off my laced pussy -- FUCK WHY DID I THINK THAT -- or
\ maybe something that would beat the devil out it, so to say. I hadn't come
\ for more than two weeks, what I meant is I've been living in the bunker for
\ two weeks now, so it's two weeks since Em told me not to come without her,
\ and it's been rough. What I'd do now is go to the cold room, because that
\ helps, and solve some math problems, because that helps too. Oh, before
\ that maybe I should wash my suit and boots once again, not because they are
\ dirty, but because I need something to do.
After I've climbed the stairs, and that wasn't easy... How the hell had Em
\ managed to do it with her wound is beyond me, she must be much more tough
\ than I've given her credit before. Was she deployed on some missions or did
\ she go through training just because, just in case? If she was, I'd like her
\ to tell me some real stories from her past, I'm guessing there's a good
\ chance for crazy Hollywood-style action somewhere in there, it would be
\ something interesting to listen to.
Anyway, after I've climbed the stairs and closed that door behind me, Em sent
\ me some docs that described what needs to be done. First thing next morning
\ I've took inventory, or rather started taking inventory of all the things
\ in the bunker -- storage, the rooms, equipment, machinery, everything. It
\ took some time to complete, meanwhile I was also busy making friends with
\ the stove. As it turns out, the bunker has central heating with a boiler
\ and water pipes going into every room, and every room's pipe has a valve to
\ it, and none of them were marked, so I had to do that too. I mean I would
\ close the valves and open them one by one and then go find the room that
\ would get warmer some time afterwards. I'd also work the generator to keep
\ the batteries charged.
After the inventory was complete I've checked it against the spreadsheet that
\ lists all the things the bunker should have and sent back an order for all
\ the things missing. Next morning there was a box near the secret door and a
\ guy near the box. We've saluted one another and he left. I've spent the day
\ filling the storage and the lockers, and putting into the box all the extra
\ things the sheet didn't mention. I was sad to part with the harness and the
\ gag and the dildo and the plug, but what can you do, eh. Maybe we'll meet
\ again friends, I'll miss you for sure. Next morning the same guy took the
\ box back into the complex.
Not much to do for entertainment here. I've been going out for a walk and
\ some branchsitting, which sounds like much more fun than it is. What I was
\ trying to joke about is it sounds like some herbisexual practice... Okay,
\ I'll stop now. For food I've been using the same supplies from the storage
\ meaning tins and more tins. I don't really mind, but this is a survival
\ diet, would be nice to have more... I don't know, vitamins and shit? Or do
\ they include all you need in there now? I'll ask later I guess. I see what
\ Em meant when she said she could play it up, or at least I think I do. It
\ would be very easy to imagine this as some kind of prison, if not for the
\ unlocked hatch. I'm free to go, but there's nowhere to go, so I stay here.