Mar 28, 2008 10:25
[harsh breathing, ragged breaths coming out of whomever is at the terminal]
I'm-- what? Where-- where am I? What is this thing in front of me? It has letters on it. Like a typewriter?
This place-- ha. Am I in Hell, then?
Have I been plucked from there only to wind up here?
Well. That would be different.
I suppose...
I suppose I really am finished.
i am an oilman,
!ic,
hell
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[Voice recording clicks on]
Oh. There's that light again. A reply? From someone? A fellow prisoner here?
Purgatory? Limbo?
Ha. Ha ha ha. A chance at redemption, is that it?
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Redemption is the idea, for those who choose to seek it.
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Maybe Eli wasn't as much of a false prophet as I painted him to be.
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