We Invite You To Follow Along.

A dangerous mantra whispered by Tellexx’s tongue. Dallon knew it well by now that the company was only really inviting you to follow along to their propagandised puppeteering, desensitising your soul to remain under their control.

Congratulations, you have been selected. You are special.

Their latest experiment on Subject A — the former shell of a man named Dallon Weekes — went awry. Dallon was indoctrinated by Telex Foundation International, the predecessor of Tellexx, and admitted into the Temporal Arts Program to be a scientist. He never knew he’d be forced into becoming a subject in their experiments until it was far too late. Until they forced down the Absinthe drink to brainwash his mind and bleed him out of his memories, his life, himself…

Please enjoy your experience, and remember: Time is on our side.

Decades he’d been isolated, a machine for the dark and twisted corporation who brainwashed people under Thought Reform and Social Reconditioning. He had so much time, but none of it was ever spent on anything more than being a tool. He didn’t get sickened from that fact until he began to gain his self-consciousness again. Then it was obnoxious, unbearable. And the latest experiment in the isolation room snapped something in him: he attempted his escape, short-circuiting the systems, and fled from the lab. He wanted to be left alone. But now he was back here. Recaptured, used. He was only special because he wasn’t a person in their eyes, but a valuable tool to be exploited.

One of the white shadows observed as the scientists in the lab quietly, in an almost mindless and automated manner, monitored him. Dallon sat on the cold floor in the corner of his isolation room, vital monitors clinging on his skin like parasites. For an ounce of resignation in his soft blue eyes was a gallon of resentment. That at least burned strong enough to dull any effects at attempting to brainwash him again. But sometimes blasé was just as strong a poison…