I'm going to be. Greetings, Res Hale,

At his vacation number 44821

I am Ocean

And you are incredibly bad at following directions.

Honestly, I don't think I was asking too much.

Visit the medical facilities. Sit through a quick checkup and wait for your shuttle earthbound.

All told, a fairly simple set of directions. No complex social interactions, no incredible feats of athletic prowess,

and perhaps most notably, exactly no grisly murders.

Yet here we are, a full day later, with no checkup data, no shuttle clearance, and upwards of 20 murders.

It's difficult to get a clear number quickly when you pile all of the parts up in one stack.

I have attempted to be patient with you, Resident Hale, giving you a valued role in humanity's next chapter, despite

months of wasteful freeloading. But this is a little much to overlook.

I'm afraid a Delta team is on its way, with their own simple set of directions.

You will not be leaving that floor alive.

Though I imagine you are acutely aware of this fact,

I am future.

And I imagine you are obtusely unaware of so very much that is happening beneath

the roof of your very home. But this is not the only thing I can imagine. This world

is a canvas for our imagination. So you can hardly blame me for dipping my fingers

in the paint.

Future.

Curious.

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