G5 Entry 79-4
Reviewed an archived consciousness data record today from the collective and the subject was from a third wave of attempts by the Vospedi to assimilate breeding residents in a large sector that used to be Manhattan. The sector underwent repairs and reconstruction after a violent uprising. It appears hormone tweaking on a mass scale is not easy to manage when breeding humans by force. There was a hint of an odor that suddenly triggered a memory of my own and I took steps to disconnect from the review so as not to obscure my analysis of the data record.
Once I reset my mind, I allowed myself to drift back to the triggered memory in a more observant approach to understand why it surfaced. The smell of leather is distinct, and it takes on unique accents depending on what and how it’s used. A leather crop used on a human smells different from one used on horses.
In the memory, the Korean traditional folk dance school my mother had me attend at an early age had rooms we were allowed in and a few we were locked out of because we were small kids. My curiosity led me to frequently visit a room filled with camera equipment used in recording our dance sessions. I noticed items that looked like props but none that we used in our dancing routines.
I was taller than the other students even though I am short for the average American. The height advantage in this school gave me opportunity to perform dance routines the other students would have to wait years to learn. It also gave me reach to a lock I was able to shimmy in the gap of the frame so that I could get into the room while our instructors were taking troops to performances and I was allowed to stay in the studio after completing my practice routines to wait for my ride home.
The room had vhs tapes with recordings that were clearly not dance routines. Most of the “props” were made of leather and some were riding crops. The activity in the videos stirred a desire that felt familiar in a weird way but none I had experienced yet. The desire was not sexual in any way for me; however, it had the same exhilaration and more in the form of sport. I remember feeling impatient to become an adult so that I could expand on the activity in the tapes for myself. My instructors had a side gig going and I never let on that I was aware because I didn’t want to ruin a good thing. The ones on the receiving end of the “props” in the videos were males and quite a few were Westerners.
Once I wrapped up enjoying the old memory, I returned to the data record review and learned the subject’s demise was ultimately due to a sniper headshot. He was released into “the wild” to be hunted by the wealthy elite during his retirement from breeding.
~G5