Dream Story continued October 17th 2017

The fog dissipated.   The man known as Bob opened his eyes.  He was laying down but he did not know what room he lay in.   The ceiling was dark.  He lifted his head and he noticed he was butt naked.

He arose out of the coffin that he was laying in.  He looked around the room to see monitoring equipment with numbers and lines on it.  In large red lights he could see on one of the screens “zero one seven” in big letters.

“What the fuck is this shit?”  Bob spoke out.

He heard footsteps.  He noticed there was a cracked door leading out of the strange room he was in.   Bob crouched down behind the coffin and he noticed a shadow pass the door.

He looked around the room and there were no clothes for him to wear.

“I guess I am roughing it.”

He creeped towards the door slowly.  He slid the door open ever so slowly and peered around.  The coast was clear.   As Bob looked around, it seemed that he was in some kind of old hotel and the hallway looked like any other hallway.  He began walking.

Bob noticed a stairway at the end of the hallway.  He slowly moved towards it.

At the end of the hallway one of the doors opened and lifeform exited the door.  It was a 4 foot tall gray creature.  The creature looked like a little person but it was totally gray and hairless.  The little creature turned and looked at Bob.  Bob peered into the large pitch black eyes of the creature.

The little creature jumped back startled.  It spoke in a small voice “Zero One Seven!”

The little creature hurried towards a nearby wall.  “It woke up!  It woke up!  This is not good!”   The black eyed creature slammed it’s little hands on the wall 5 times quickly.

Other little black creatures teleported in front of Bob, a mere five feet away.  They wore body armor and were holding what looked like little remote controls.

The leader of the pack spoke with the same kind of little voice, “Zero One Seven, this is the end of the line for you.  Your existence is no more.  Goodbye!”   The little creatures moved their fingers onto their remote controls.

Bob (Zero One Seven) collapsed onto the ground.  He was dead.

 

END OF ENTRY, DJ ROBO BISCUIT

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“What’s the problem?”

“Well Doc I been having some dreams.”

“Dreams?”

“Yeah, when I go to sleep.  They are real strange and bizarre.  I see things that people don’t usually see.”

“Well, that is interesting Bob.  In my 15 years of being a Doctor I have never heard of anybody having a dream.”

“What do you mean Doc?”

“Well I don’t have any dreams.  I sleep right through the night.  I’ve never had any patients talk about dreams.  You are the first person I have met in my whole life who has said anything about dreams.”

“Oh man.  What is wrong with me?”

 


 

 

Bob goes to work.  He has to get to his workstation and log in.  He is a Data Entry tech.  He takes the information he receives from the other department and he enters it into various spreadsheets.    Him and his organization have also divided various tasks among multiple people so the work gets spread around and it takes longer to complete.

Sometimes Bob wonders why his job is like this?   He went to college and studied the arts and history.  He feels that he is really not using his brain at all in his work.

But Bob has talked to his friends and tried to figure out the jobs people have.   They all have similar kinds of jobs where they use a computer, or enter data, or handle simple tasks.

 

 

End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT

Rob vs Bob

“Do you know why you are here?”

“To be an agent.”

“Yes.  That is obvious.  This is an agency.”

“Well, right.”

“But do you know why you are here at this agency?”

“You wanted the best and the brightest.”

“So here you are?”

“So here I am.”

“Do you consider yourself to be good with time?”

“I think I manage it well.”

“Have you ever lost it?”

“Come again?”

“Robert, Have you ever lost time?”

“Do you mean lost track of it?”

“I do not.”

“Well, you can not lose it.”

“I beg to differ Robert.  I beg to differ.”

“I am confused.”

“Well Robert, are you ready to become an agent?”

“I don’t know my assignments.”

“You only have one assignment.”

“Only one?”

“Yes.  We need you to track down one of our agents who has gone rogue.”

“Gone Rogue?”

“Yes.  He turned against the agency and against humanity.”

“So, he is a rogue agent that I need to stop?”

“Yes.  His name is Bob.”

-End of Entry, DJ ROBO BISCUIT