Mapping of the virtual memory to the physical brain is already fairly sophisticated, but the mapping of the physical mind to the virtual space....one can get lost, and might never recover. Irreversible and traumatic brain damage, or at least brainwashed in a lesser context. They are doing it to the masses now, and everyone seems to think it's hip and cool, without thinking (or perhaps realizing) the consequences. Some can lose control of their actions. Like this girl who was listening to a song and then suddenly attacked this guy... spilling his guts out, literally. Blood spraying everywhere. We got some on us. The cops came, they didn't do much. People walked by, asking if he's alright, seemingly concerned, yet not really waiting for a response before hurrying on with their lives. The girl was holding onto something bloody still oozing crimson fluid all over the place, attempting to shove it back to his body, or at least that's what it looked like. There were no arrests, no charges. She lost control, that's all. Seems like a common occurrence? Coz no one raised more than an eyebrow, and the two cops stood around chatting like somebody just lost a wallet instead of a kidney.

He won't die, he'll be alright. They can map his memory somewhere, he doesn't even need a body! But is that living? Kinda "6th day"-ish was all I could come up with. I can't wrap my mind around this... I'm not getting it, how it works, how it's not working...? Evana keeps mentioning about these few singers, that some of the songs they sing, have similar subtle messages embedded in them. They have the same lyricist, she pointed out more than once. Are they brainwashing people now through popular songs? If so, who are "they"? I kept looking back at the girl, and now the thing she was grasping onto was empty, all the blood in it drained. Hollow. Lifeless. Yet still more red mist spewing from the rest of his body. But he is not declared dead even if he appeared so. Oh he'll live, albeit in an alternate form of existence, someone kept telling me. And I keep wondering if this alternate existence is worth living, or worse than hell.

We stepped out of the... subway station? Our clothes all bloody from being near what happened, but nobody seemed to notice or care. As Evana urged me on to catch up to her and... who was with us - Bruce? James? Someone tall and ... kinda detached. I was slowing down because I was having flashbacks of somebody pulling me into a narrow, secluded spot and forcing headphones onto me blaring music in my ears. I shook my head, trying to get that image out of my mind, and turned and saw a mountain of trash. Is wherever we are a wasteland, a trash dumping ground? What's happening? Blood, gore and rubbish in abundance but that doesn't faze anyone nowadays... as we walked away, the image of the girl squatting there holding the bloody hollow thing once again haunted my mind...

I woke up with my hand across my chest, feeling my heart thumping fast and loud. It wasn't real, but it sure felt real, and scary...