Adapting

I have adapted to open spaces and more freedom.
Now, I am in a pitchblack basement (save the somputer glow) and I feel like I am being watched. Almost like it was back at the school when they would evaluate how we did in a certain situation. They would put us into rooms and watch us behind two way mirrors.

I have forgotten what this feels like. Not a good thing. Finding intersting stuff though. She gave me a flashlight. It's almost like they want me to look. Is this a trap? Who cares at this point. I can kick their butts any day. I am very intrigued.

Learning more by the minute.

hybrids rock

I love Sonar

Echo