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... was revealed, a lot of things started to make sense. The ease with which we had gotten employment, the requirement for head scans, the questions about my “psychic” grandmother, the strange job descriptions and schedules. We weren’t employees at all. We were test subjects. We had so readily assumed that all the weirdness was because we were in Carousel.
Figuring that out was my job, wasn’t it? I knew the corporation was hiding something, but I didn’t figure out what it was. I thought bei ...
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