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Bastille 2.0 – NaPoWriMo #2

They made being tortured a job-description but didn’t list it in the posting,
Who would answer such an ad – “Must be able to stand the sound of footsteps and gunshots for hours on end”.
It’s safe enough, this world’s a simulation, no stray bullets or knives in the back,
But how should a mind react, made paranoid and over-shouldered jumpy, desperately seeking brief reprieves and how many customers have there snuck up on me?

There are two rooms you’re ushered into where the boss decides your fate, and there, also fake but more serenely in the waiting harbors…the sounds of a harbor: tugboats, seagulls, bells on a buoy, cars passing in a distance, some light construction, beeping of a forklift. It sounds like the Brooklyn Shipyard in fall and even has that bite to the air, the only thing it’s missing is the sea-salt smell, but that’s hard to simulate in Las Vegas.

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