Language Development

Personal

I have a language development. Outside my house is written in red something startling. "We're watching, doctor." Yesterday, they spoke in my voice, it was me, today it's them. I'm terrified to leave the house. I think I'll cut a hole in the roof to get the fog in that way. Checking my basement led me to the hot water tank. There's little water in it, about 20 liters, but it's useful. These things can read. They know my thoughts. They know my next move. It knows me. It's like it is me. It is me. It's me. Me. I'm going crazy here. I'm being monitored by something, some being, which has probably killed nine million people. How do they know our complexities? How do I speak? How do they write? I don't know anything anymore. I have to focus on the fog.