Entry 4

8/11/2026

Warren was bragging at work all day about the research study. $1,000 for a week. Why do they need a week to eliminate these things anyway? It was the longest shift of my life.

I found myself venting to the mimic in my truck on the way home. When i realized what I was doing I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. I don’t think this thing understands a word coming out of my mouth, let alone comprehends it.

There was a leaf sticking out from Eunice’s door when I got home, probably from when Dea took the flower the other day. No one has rented out his apartment yet. I’m not sure if it’s because they think he was murdered, or because no one can afford to move right now. That’s not even counting the fact that apartment complexes have no idea if the mimics should go on the lease or not. At the very least, mine hasn’t decided.

There’s a protest scheduled tomorrow. People are really angry about the research study, something about the mimics being alive and it being wrong to kill them for simply living. Part of me agrees, I mean mine hasn’t done anything malicious except drink all the water in my cup when I’m not looking. The other part of me isn’t really sure that it’s alive. They could be a big mass hallucination from micro plastics or something. I guess the study will answer those questions.

In any case, I’ve started pouring two cups of water to have at all times. It could be a hallucination, or a mass social experiment sent by aliens, or whatever other shit people think it is. But if nothing else, I will be kind. If I can’t be sane, or brave, or wise, I will be kind. Always.