>The Greentext Archive

>"This is documentation. For whoever finds it. 'm not sick. I'm not being forced. I'm participating voluntarily. My name is irrelevant. I understand the agreement.
>huh
>what is he talking about
>stands up, walks over to the wall next to the TV
>unscrews the electrical outlet cover
>behind it isn't wiring
>smail hollow cavity tucked inside the wall
>inside is a folded note
>he holds it up to the camera but doesn't open it
>"This was here when I arrived. They said it would be. I've read it once. I'm not allowed to read it again.
>puts the outlet cover back neatly
>sits back dawn
>"Every day, I will follow the schedule. Wake at six. Dress. Eat Wait Record. Observe. At six PM, they will check. If I follow the instructions, I will remain.
>after that, no more talking
>guy just sits there for another thirty-five minutes.
>occasionally blinks, barely moves
>at the very end of the footage he leans slightly closer to the camera
>voice drops to a whisper
>" hope this isn't the real test
>screen cuts to black
>just sat there staring at my laptop after it ended
>what the fuck did I just watch
>is this some kind of weird movie project or something?
>felt like something artsy fartsy that some dumbass kid would think up fora movie
>even siill it made me feel uncomfortable
>felt like my skin was too tight around my body
>next day at work can't focus
>keep thinking about the video
>eventually tell the building manager about it
>leave out the part where I took the SD card home
>just say I found a GoPro during the welfare check
>expect her to freak out or at least act surprised
>instead she just nods like she already knew
>says 412 isn'ta tenant unit, i's corporate. Vendor lease.
>ask what vendor
>she gets real short, tells me it's confidential
>some kind of behavioral research partnership
>says it's "above my pay grade and not to worry about it
>yeah well that is easy for you to say lady