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.ps 10
Geo wasn't certain when the interrogation had begun.  Searching his
memory, it seemed that the interrogator had always been there, somewhere in his subconscious.  He
strained upwards, craning his neck toward the aperture centered far
above his head.  Save for this solitary shaft of light, the tall
narrow cell was completely devoid of illumination.
.PP
.ps 10
Geo felt around on the floor, his hands trailing through damp
puddles, reflecting and refracting his surroundings, but offering no intelligible visual cues as to his ultimate situatedness.  He realized now that he had wet himself, maybe several
times.
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How long had he been down here?
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Always?
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The interrogator was apparently taking a break.  Geo used this
opportunity to get his story straight.  Whatever this was about, Geo
had had nothing to do with it.  It would be easy for him to sell this
explanation because Geo honestly had no idea what he had done.
.PP
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Had he in fact done anything?
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The cell door creaked.

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Day after day he kept track.  He gave up trying to count after he noticed he'd
filled every available surface with marks.  It seemed to him now that
the only life he could remember was his life in this cell.  His only
friend was the interrogator.  Was this how they'd planned it?  With
him able to recall only his captivity?  The interrogator asked
questions that pertained only to his previous life.  Stalemate\(emAt this point Geo
sincerely didn't know.

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.ps 10
What if the interrogator was himself?  Geo had approached this most
prickly proposition several times, but the environment always colluded
to distract him.  What could they want him to tell himself
that he didn't already know?
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The cell door creaked.

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Geo was led outside, into an implausibly bright, sunlit half\-pipe,
seemingly constructed to competition standards.  The guard issued him
a blue plastic skateboard with chunky yellow wheels.  Geo just didn't get
it.  What was he supposed to do?  He rubbed his eyes.
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The guard withdrew, locking the exterior door behind him.
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Geo was alone.
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"Skate," his little voice said.