Number 1 (Helen) kept tugging at the chain linking us. A new, shorter 'consciousness flow' was crafted after Number 2's (Hoover) discretion, bound to the neck. She kept imposing like we were Huskies, charging to glory down the snowy incline of Mt. Everest. There were only four of us, no reason for the aggression. If my brain stays focused long enough, she'll be next to go, after Apollo.
She dragged us all to the main deck to clean. I get the impression more and more that she's done this before. Number 4 (Aries) idolizes her. I'll never understand why some part of me thinks Number 4 (Aries) wants to secretly upgrade to the number 1 spot. Doesn't matter. When I become father, I'll eliminate the numbers altogether. Along with this infernal chain.
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