Clockwork Not-So-Orange

Maybe I am repressing the many visits I made to the top of the Kimball Tower to participate in those sinister (yet paid) psychological tests.
I remember going up to the top floor, occasionally having to wait for someone to let me in (and on rare occasion I would find the door to the the roof observation deck open and venture out), and then I was led into a small room where they had me play a little computer game. I'd play for 30 to 60 minutes, and then someone would come in, thank me for my time, and I'd leave. But that's all I remember. And then weeks later, I'd receive a small check for my time.

Why can't I remember more about this? Did I black out? Was I probed in some way? Was the room some kind of gas chamber where they'd drug me, adjust the implants that they placed in my back molars for better reception, provide me with detailed instructions of the next target I was to kill, bring me out of it slowly so that I wouldn't realize what was happening, and then send me on my cheery way? Should there be an investigation? Is my story enough to warrant some kind of government probe?

Ok, maybe I'm just bitter because the game was rigged, and I always lost. Guess I pulled out all of my molars with pliers for nothing.

Comments

[Jenna]

What is this? I want to be paid to take surveys on campus.

[Porgo]

that's the thing. i never met anyone else who had participated in a similar trial at the Y. so maybe it was all a setup, just for me. who knows. all i know is that i got paid for playing a computer game, and losing every time. and it was a lame, DOS-based game, too.