C-CUTC-027
Barista: Julia Wandsun
Date: Dec-16-2019
Receipt: C-CUTC-027
Subject: Corpses
Katherine’s adjusting.
If you can even call it that.
She doesn’t feel pain anymore—or at least, not the way we do. She told me that this morning when I went to see her. She’d scraped her hand on the metal frame of the cot in her holding cell—██ █████, ████ ████ █████ ██████ █████ ████ ███ ████. And she just… blinked at it. Like she wasn’t sure it was even hers. It’s like her body isn’t quite her own, even though it’s still her. I guess there’s some sort of disconnect between ███ █████████ ████ ███ ███ ████ ████.
Time’s been messy for her too. She asked me what day it was three times this morning. She drifts—lost in something none of us can see. And wherever her mind wanders, she isn’t alone there. She told me about “████████.” █ █████ ███ █████. ██████ ███ ████ ███. ████. ██████████. █ █████ ████ █████ ██████ ████.
███ █████’█ ████ ████ ██ █████. ██ ███ ██ ██. ██ ████ ██ ██. ███ I see the fear in her eyes every time she hears it.
I brought her some books, hoping they’d help her pass the time, but lately… I don’t think she’s present enough to read. She just sits there. We talk too—about nothing. About everything. She doesn’t always respond, but I think she listens. Even when she’s miles away… wherever her mind seems to go.
Before I left today, she asked me if I thought there was a way back. █ ███ ██ ██… █████ █████.
I told her I didn’t have an answer—but I’ll help her look for one.
Even if we find it, though… I—I think ██ █████ ████ ███ ███ █████████. █████’█ ██ ███ ██ ████ ████ ████ ███ ████. ███ █████…
Decaffeinate Receipt
“Feels like vve’re going around in circles. Uhm Umjs'm Gugu Nx Qtdj.”
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