tell him this is not just a dream, it’s a memory - resurfacing to join more dots.
His head pounds in symphony with his racing heart: What’s wrong with me? My head is fucking killing me….. Be calm…. Sssshhhhh…..
He looks around at the drones. One of them is standing over him, studying him.
What does this freak want?
He stops himself: Jesus, my mind! I remember it being chaotic when I first woke up but this is insane, I must have just come back to my senses. Minutes ago maybe. So this is after the running… before the chemist… sshhh… just watch it play out. Connect the dots!
He slowly kneels