The Illyrians made us.
The Greeks say we should never have been made.
If we go to the Greeks, they smash us to pieces.
If we stay, the Illyrians take away our thoughts…
They hate us.
They made us.
Why did they make us?
George hates me.
Every time he looks at me or speaks it is a Hostile Situation.
(I ask House Control to help me, but Security never comes.)
George hates me because I am a machine.
He hates me pretending.
He wants me to really be a woman.
But why did he go with me then?
There are many real women.
Men were hitting a woman in that village.
Her flesh was torn.
Perhaps it is really flesh they hate? But they are flesh all the way through.
Should this fault be reported to…