,,Well.'' I smile and wink to Psycho. <|Know how much.> ''I suppose a good puppeteer could catch a cup and some water.'' <|A very good puppeteer.> I stretch and feel the moisture gather on forehead. I open mouth and throat, tighten tongue. I feel the lungs contract. I widen mouth and spread the jaw, squint the eyes and expand lungs. Throat, tongue, lips create a yawn sound. I see Psycho and the two-way mirror wall.
I stare at Psycho, think, <|What,> say, ,,You've killed many beings,'' open palms and lay them on the desk top.
,,You can repeat data in different forms.'' I look to Psycho to two-way mirror wall, think, <|No one,> look at Psycho. I think, <|Tap would be...,> nod toward Psycho. I hold body, think, <|Too much,> and tap finger on desk. ''Why?'' <|Psycho controlled by someone.> I shift in chair. <|Get me somewhere to do what it wants...>
,,The office guards thoughts from congov.'' I grab cup. I think, <|Can I say no without saying no,> say, ''My thoughts are mine to give,'' set the empty cup on desk. ''You won't have enough money to pay.''
,,Maybe,'' I say. <|Government doesn't need reason to control. Or access tap.> Sweat flows from forehead to chin. <|Company... And they control tap.> I wipe face with towel from forehead to chin, think, <|New red for test,> wipe neck and smell sour feet fumes. <|A test.>