INT. RUNDOWN ROOM - EARLY AFTERNOON.

A small, dimly lit room in a run-down building in downtown SeaTTTle. The faint noise of a bustling city outside is muted by thick, grime-covered windows. Boom, seated in his wheelchair, leans forward, his hands resting on a cluttered table. His face shows signs of weariness, a twitch from his ADM-induced brain damage subtly noticeable. Mainlining sits across from him, a curious look on his face.

A tape recorder sits between them, surrounded by scattered notes and a half-empty bottle of cheap bourbon. Boom pours them both a shot.

BOOM:

Good. Good. How are you feeling?

MAINLINING:

Yeah, good.

They clink glasses and drink. Mainlining shudders at the strength of it, while Boom gives a knowing grin.

BOOM:

I've been writing… BULAGH! Feels like I went under. Dark cloud rolls in… Anxious to share new work—would you care for some informal processing?

MAINLINING:

Sure…

BOOM:

Well, then, I gather myself… and you be my protege and guinea pig, eh? Informal processing.

Boom smiles, excited, and maneuvers closer to the old tape recorder with a wheeze from his wheelchair. He points the microphone toward Mainlining, glancing over his notes.

BOOM (CONT'D):

Are you ready?

MAINLINING:

Yes.

Boom flips the tape recorder on, smiles, reads, looks up:

BOOM:

Say your name.

MAINLINING:

Mainlining.

BOOM:

Say it again.

MAINLINING:

Mainlining.

BOOM:

Say it again.

MAINLINING:

Mainlining.

BOOM:

Might as well say it one more time just to make sure you know who you are…

MAINLINING:

Mainlining.

BOOM:

Do you ever make thoughtless poasts?

MAINLINING:

I usually put some thought into them.

BOOM:

Do you browse through old AutoAdmit threads just for pleasure?

MAINLINING:

No.

BOOM:

Do you get occasional twitches of your muscles when there is no logical reason for it?

Mainlining flutters around goofily.

MAINLINING:

Only on my good days.

BOOM:

Do past poasts haunt you?

MAINLINING:

No.

BOOM:

Do past poasts haunt you?

MAINLINING:

No.

BOOM:

Do past poasts haunt you?

MAINLINING:

No. (Except for when I confuse which one of us, is us, haha.)

BOOM:

So past poasts haunt you?

MAINLINING:

…I don't know… You keep asking me… No, not really.

BOOM:

Is your life a constant struggle for survival?

MAINLINING:

…Not really… Life’s alright.

BOOM:

Would you rather give orders than take them?

MAINLINING:

Sure.

BOOM:

Are you often impulsive in your behavior?

MAINLINING:

…Sure… Yes.

BOOM:

Do other poasters interest you very much?

MAINLINING:

Not really. (The Journals of the Lewis and Clark Expedition do, my friend.)

BOOM:

Do you find it easy to be impartial?

MAINLINING:

Yeah.

BOOM:

Are you likely to be jealous?

MAINLINING:

No… About what?

BOOM:

Are you logical and scientific in your thinking?

MAINLINING:

I'm… I don't know. Don’t care much about science.

BOOM:

Do you rarely suspect the actions of others?

MAINLINING:

I don't understand.

BOOM:

Yes, you do.

MAINLINING:

…I suspect people… Yes. Sure. So… No, rarely. Most poasters are idiots anyway.

BOOM:

Are you usually truthful to others?

MAINLINING:

…No… I don't know. Guess so.

BOOM:

Are your poasts considered unpredictable by other poasters?

Mainlining pauses, seems to seriously consider the question. Then, out of the blue, he suddenly screams:

MAINLINING:

BLLLLLLLLL GH.

How's that? (laughs hysterically)

BOOM:

Silly… It’s good to laugh during processing… Sometimes we forget.

Boom reaches down, brings the microphone closer to his mouth:

BOOM (CONT'D):

"Mainlining, Test Session. September 10th, 2024, 1400 hours. At an undisclosed location, SeaTTTle. MOC logged and approved."

Boom clicks the recorder off and smiles at Mainlining; he leans in, giving him a comforting pat on the shoulder.

BOOM (CONT'D):

Should we sample another sip before we join them back on the borts?

MAINLINING:

Is that it?

BOOM:

For now.

MAINLINING:

I'm ready for more if you want to ask me…

[Boom and Mainlining lock eyes again, a new layer added to their twisted dynamic in the dimly lit room, somewhere between conspiracy, camaraderie, and chaos.]

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