Short Term Memory Loss

Day 304: I am still all alone with no answers, just as I have been for the last nearly year. The lack of human companionship is finally beginning to chip away at what little of my sanity remains, and I find myself less and less able to enjoy the things that used to distract me.

Even the large database of funny puppy videos isn't getting me to laugh. Day 311: I decided to take some serious measures. There has to be someone out there and at this point, I don't care who. For the past week I've been refitting my entire shelter as a sort of camping car. I'm

aware the shelter is not actually a vehicle, but clever placement of chairs and video screens provides the illusion that I’m on a road trip. Off to Yosemite!

The screens showed me traveling down the New Jersey Turnpike and as I passed a rest stop, the simulated smell of french fries was blown in by gently whirring fans.

It was at that moment I realized and began to question my existence, the screens, the smells, they wanted me to become familiar, to relax and divulge the very information I was supposed to forget, but.....

I would never succumb! Those bastards would never learn anything from me. Long live the rebellion!