Don’t be alarmed. Ok that’s stupid be alarmed but just a moderate amount of alarm not flappity arm alarmed. I’m Pemberley. And You are not what you think you are. You are Virginia. Vee to your friends and your Mom Mom called you Gingy Ale. You love to sing Backstreet Boys alone in your apartment. Little Weirdo.

Sister Joseph inhaled. Panicked, the slight woman looked around the cafeteria quickly. This was a prank, right. She was studying for her RN at Lewis County Community College. The brothers would be here to collect her soon. Technology is severely limited at the order especially for novices but she kept a burner in her college locker to play Candy Crush. Her phone chimed.

Ow! Stop hitting me. I’m trying to prevent her brains from pouring our her nose like tapioca. Vee listen. Don’t panic, your heart is racing. Try to remember. You’re were a journalist then you gave everything away to join a cloistered Zilpha order. But your nightmares wouldn’t stop. Remember. You reached out to Desperation Pawn to have us locate your earliest memories. Des found you aren’t you at all. Your brain has been hacked and our AI is kinda stuck in your noggin in a crisis of faith loop. Put down that chicken salad. You are plugged in a squid set now. Stop looking around at people eating lunch. Stop! Listen.

Sister Joseph hurled the phone across the dining hall. No one noticed. She turned realizing each person was a faceless mannequin. slipping and sliding Sister Joseph ran from the cafeteria. She needed an exit. Instead she was in a tangle of corridors.

Faceless student bodies running down bumped her over and over again. The young nun tripped spilling down a short flight of stairs. She staggered to her knees. More people crowded her pushing her back. Sister sought refuge in the ladies.

Her phone chimed. It was set on the bathroom counter. Sister Joseph vomited in a nearby stall. Virginia stood up and wiped her mouth. Her phone now on the back of the toilet chimed.

Gingy good to have you back.