Stop the nurse like the monkey.
I don't do my job to catch the bad guys. Why would I want to do that? No, I do my job to make order out of chaos.
I mean, really: what kind of person could possibly dislike me?
I nodded with genuine synthetic sympathy.
I did not like this feeling of having feelings.
Another dream. Another long-distance call on my phantom party line. No wonder i had steadfastly refused to have dreams for most of my life. So stupid; such pointless, obvious symbols. Totally uncontrollable anxiety soup, hateful, blatant nonsense.