BRF Rebel Connie's journal

Tuesday. Some day in the fucking week. No clue what month. Need something to drink. People keep talking at me. Getting tired of hearing their voices. Silence is so much more beautiful.
B.J.'s back. Everyone was all doom and gloom there for a while. Now that he's back, they think that odds have turned in our favor. I'd say the odds are still stacked up sky high against us...
"Life is more than numbers, Connie." I remember what you said, Grace, but I still think you're wrong. Life is ALL numbers, Sister. Everywhere I turn, everywhere I look, everywhere I go - I see numbers in all of God's creation. That's why I'm able to break through the barriers of the security grids, put together by the Nazi's toddler coders.
Life is all numbers and if you know your math, in the end, everything will turn out in your favor. No matter if you're Nazi or decent human being. Too bad there's so few of the latter around.
(there's indecipherable calculations written in the margins and between the text lines of the page)
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