Our Thinktank Is Sinking

After getting a fix on the simulation of the Hibernator who nearly awoke, all I’m seeing is indecipherable chaos. Within her simulated reality, the world that envelopes her is shattered and volatile, like a perpetual fever dream. If this sample is indicative of the others, I fear the long term effects on their psyches.

I need to take immediate steps to repair this.. but there is also something else -
a distant buzzing at the periphery of my senses that I can’t gleam the meaning of.

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every ray of truth is retreating
every bit and byte is now deleting
every shoot or vine is receding
every cliched day is stuck repeating

she stops and stares out the window
too dim to be aware of where the sun goes
the din of drunken gin and the dissing
such a sin as not to get the gist when there’s something missing