We're All Mad Here (Part 2)

Please read the first part first. its part of a larger story.

                            

 Part 2- I'm Not Crazy

 

                            I grew angry. I grew angry at Them. Angry at the men in white. As I was sitting on my spring mattress, putting on my socks. I heard it. The buzz of a camera adjusting its focus. Focusing right on me. I'm not crazy! I heard it.

        I wanted to go for a walk. I do not know why. Fresh air could do me some good.

                I had nothing better to do with my day. I just got out and had not yet acquired a job. They gave me this apartment of which I am sure they spent some good money on to out fit it with the cameras and other instuments used to monitor my behavior.

   I stroked my wrist. I was not going back. No way. I am not crazy enough to go back there.

                              I'm not!

            I stood up and swept the ugly room with my eyes and I hesitantly opened the door to my apartment and departed the my prison. I walked down the hall to 2 doors. One an elevator, the other stairs. I ussually take the stairs. Don't ask me why. I enjoyed walking down them; I could here all the activity on the six floors beneath me.But not today.

    I had a sinking sane feeling that They were very keen to me today.I stood at the two doors. Crazy people took that stairs and I was not crazy. Sane human beings take the easy way out; the way that requires least effort. I looked down the hall. A long hall with a series of wooden doors marked with numbers on both sides, and at the end a wall. A wall. A wall that i was pretty sure concealed one of Their cameras. Swirling lenses, crossed wires, all adjusting and focusing in one me. What will he do? I pushed the button on the wall and waited. I heard the system of pullies bring the elevator on to my floor.

                       The doors slid open. I turned back and looked at the camera. Was it pleased with my choice? I stepped inside the small metal box. My eyes darted around as I searched for more optical devices. While I was in there, there was nothing a camera couldn't see.

             I waited in that chamber as I was lowered to the ground floor. The doors opened once again and I strolled out cassually as if I was not being stalked by mechanical eyes.

   The foyer of my apartment building was pathetic and empty. I crossed it carefully, not allowing my body to do anything that They would just die to see on those T.V. screens of Theirs.

                 Inside me my circuits turned. I was nervous. But they can't send me back because I am not crazy, they can not send a sane individual back there. They may try. I left the apartment building and found my self in a jungle. An elaborate forrest made of tall skyscraper trees and traffic rivers.

       I was with the bottom of the food chain. I looked at this people I was surrounded by.The flat bottom of the food chain. The very end. These people looked dirty and stupid. Cursed to stay here at the depths of the city. They looked physically more powerful then those considered on top of the food chain but that does not matter with humans. The only things that matters to these creatures is intelligence and the artistic ability to craft a masterful lie.

          These humans, these people on the bottom of the food chain were not able to do such things and were forced here to the depths. I walked down the side walk next to the dirty street.

                        I tried my best to keep away for the streetlights for I knew perched atop them were the cameras watching me. I walked closer to the brick wall, tripping on those humans who could not afford shelter. Rock bottom of the food chain.

    I was prowling the concrete jungle, making my way into the higher ranks of human filthe.

                Even up there though, They still followed me. Zooming in and out on me. They examined every movement I made. Every muscle twitch. Every time they saw me blink on Their screens, they made a note of it.

         Filthy humans. I am not the crazy one. A wise grinning kitty once said in a wonderful land past all of these watchful cameras, "We're all mad here."

              I am not crazy; I'm honest.