It was something that we had trained for extensively. In the result of capture and torture, disassociation was the greatest weapon in our arsenal: in the world of the mind, an inward-looking world of hallucinations and detachment from the physical, we could hold our resolve. The information we carried would be safe from prying eyes, and our training built in a psychological marker for us to realize what was going on even in our fugue state: a note, to ourselves, signed, informing us that we were dreaming away the horror of captivity.
I’d always been a little disappointed that I never got to use the techniques, being posted Stateside by the Agency.
But that was before I discovered a note from myself on my kitchen table at home.
May 29, 2013 at 12:46 am
Scary start, I like it
May 29, 2013 at 1:20 pm
Dammit, Alex! I’m *thisclose* to no longer reading your blog (don’t worry, that will never happen) because your excerpts are TOO STINKING GOOD. It kills me that there isn’t more to this story!
May 29, 2013 at 1:26 pm
Aw, thanks! Remember, all you have to do is ask and I’ll throw together a sequel post 🙂