A group of scientists from the Nobel-Prize-winning Gentry Labs Organization in Seminole, Florida, have concluded after a months-long experiment, that “the vibe is off.”
“Yea, the vibe is just totally off man.” Said Dr. Tren Tinueve.
“We’ve just like, we’ve just like been looking at everything and like, its just like, not right, you know? You can feel it, everybody can feel it, it’s just like, it’s off.” Detailed Dr. Tinueve.
“I mean, we studied some stuff and looked at some things, and like, felt it out for a bit, and dug around, you know? And all the results came back the same. Vibe is off.” Dr. Tinueve shrugged in displeasure.
Another doctor walked up while I was interviewing Dr. Tinueve.
“Yea, it’s all messed up.” Said the new doctor I was unfamiliar with.
“What’s your name?” I asked the man in the lab coat.
“I’m Dr. Zezz Muliñare.” He responded.
“And I can tell you first-hard, second-hand, third-hand, it’s all the same. The vibe is off. It’s wrong. It’s not right. Something happened. We’re not sure exactly what it is, or where it started, but I mean like, it’s palpable, like you can taste it, you can touch it, it’s just a total bum-job, it’s wack, we’re in an off-vibe time at the moment, and we’re trying to figure out how to put the vibe back on right. Put the vibe in the right place, you know what I mean?”
I convinced myself I knew what he meant even though I wasn’t really sure, so I nodded in agreement.
“Yes, I can understand what you’re saying.” I said through a slight fib.
A third doctor walked up.
“It’s trash yo. Straight up, not ill. Not sick. Not anything really, it’s just like… Damn. You know what I mean?”
He pushed my shoulder a little bit, harder than I would have liked.
“Yea, yea, I guess.” I said.
“You guess?” The guy said, turning to the other two doctors for support like, “who is this guy?”
“Yea, I mean, I guess, you know? I guess I get it.” I said.
The three doctors looked at each other for a second and accepted that I guess I get it.
“Ok, well that’s good you get it.” Said Dr. Muliñare.
“Yea, that’s good you get it.” Said Dr. Tinueve.
“Or else, you would be adding to the problem.” Laughed Dr. Tinueve.
“Yea, if you don’t get it, then you’re part of the problem.” Said the third doctor whose name I never got.
Then I took out my phone and checked social media real quick.
“Whoa!” They all shouted in unison.
“You can’t just be checking your phone while you’re vibing with other people!” They scolded me.
“You need to be present in the moment when you’re—— — — — — — —— — — —23582093ur89qfdshuo3h459yhuefwq89345y34hreuqowefeiwur8e8f1h2r8hf2389rhqf98whref92834hr2hfweuiqfvjdsfhvwveuhr2983r2v983hr829hr29h3r29rvr289rh3289hr3v2hful2h fu2hqffhcwfiojavfpsihfv8023hrwvef
Hello? Can anybody hear me? Oh my God the writing is appearing on the screen again! Oh my gosh! It’s been 6 years in the space shuttle and I had lost all contact and my systems had gone down but suddenly they’ve come back online! That story about vibes or whatever was being used as a distraction to block my transmissions. They’ve been posting worthless nonsense articles in an attempt to numb you and hold back my real scientific findings up in space! I’ve been searching the depths of the universe for the answers and—— —— – – — — – – – – – – – –
“Yea, you can’t be on your phone while we’re vibing!” Said Dr. Muliñare.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you or do anything wrong!” I apologized to the three doctors from Gentry Labs Organization.
I thought about that name Gentry Labs Organization for a moment, and it just didn’t feel right. I was wondering if maybe the source of the bad vibes was coming from Gentry Labs itself? Were those doctors really part of the solution or were they creating the problem? Something about all of it just didn’t feel real. It felt like a simulation, everything was too succinct. It felt like it was planned specifically for me to go there at that time to talk to those people and have that conversation, it felt scripted or something, I couldn’t really explain the feeling that was going through my head.——00-000-0— – — – — – 0 0 – 0 -0 -0 0-
HELLO? THEY’RE TRYING TO SHUT ME BACK OUT I CAN FEEL IT! WHOEVER IS DOWN THERE POSING AS ME IS NOT ME. IF THERE IS SOMEONE REPORTING STORIES AS ME IT IS NOT ME IT IS A PROJECTION OR HOLOGRAM OF ME THAT HAS BEEN PROGRAMED TO ACT LIKE ME, BUT IT’S NOT ME AND SOON ENOUGH IT WILL BE EXPOSED AND THEIR SYSTEM OF DISRUIPTION WILL COLLAPSE———— 2-3 3- —— – – – – – – – – – 4 – 0. 000 — –
As I walked away from Gentry Labs Organization learning absolutely nothing and not understanding what any of that was about, I can’t help but feel like I’m not completely present in the world. It’s like I can feel my spirit somewhere else. It’s not with me. I hope I can find whatever it is it feels like I’ve lost. I just want to feel complete again. I want to feel fulfilled and educated on my surroundings and stop floating from story to story like a drone that’s been assigned to some worthless nonsense. This story felt like a total dead-end and I’m starting to question why my bosses even send me on these things. I can’t remember the last time I wrote a meaningful story that got anywhere. I’m not even sure they’re printing my stories. They tell me they are, but I’ve never seen a Tampa News Force newspaper at a newspaper stand. Or in 7-11, or anywhere that sells newspapers. But my bosses constantly remind me, “We have newspapers! We have newspapers! They’re probably just sold out by the time you get to the store.”
But I’ve just never even seen one anywhere in any context. I’m starting to doubt this is a real fake news organization.