Tyler's Crime Stories | Tyler's Crime Stories

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CHRIS, CALIFORNIA. WELCOME TO AMERICA.
It were too many people to remember all of them clearly. When I try to look back, I feel as if I remember only half of them I got to know during this relatively short amount of time I spent there.

The police officer, who couldn't be alone. The woman, who lost everything but didn't learn from this. Her husband, who got almost killed in an accident and was eventually murdered- I felt like watching a bad movie, but unfortunately it wasn't
a bad movie, but the truth.

When the party was over I asked Chris if he knows anything in particular about the circumstances of his friend's story. Instead he explained to me how he - Chris - tries to gain his personal happiness, how he's going to be shooting his next movie, why he once thought of joining the army. I am tired, I want to argue but I know already that I can't reach him.

He is born and raised in another world.

LAUREN, CALIFORNIA
10 square meters, no windows, no air. Six hours left. I sit at the table and think through it again and again. Who does she work for? The rumors I was told beforehand don't make sense anymore:

Cheerleading. Porns. And now Christmas presents for her grandfather? Regardless of which side she is on, she is brilliant in not letting us know what she plans to do. Who's the brain behind all these notes? She doesn't talk much about it, and I still have difficulties to decipher what I know so far. I feel stuck.

I sit at the table and think through it again and again. Who does she work for? Regardless of which side she is on - who's the brain behind all these notes? She doesn't talk much about it.

I have a hard time to breathe. I switch off the
light. Infinite darkness, no air. 1,5 hours left.
I see light, which comes through the door frame.
I move my head away, I look into the dark.
Nothing. I am covered with darkness, I am
swallowed by the dark. When I am ready to
tune my ears to listening to the darkness, I
realize that I hear her voice.

HER VOICE:
Yes. No, I don't know what her plans are.
No, yes- but she's the one who tries to control
us, doesn't she? The cameras, yes, I know.
But she could have done a simulation easily
afterwards as well.

All of the sudden a glint of light in the rear.
My chair scrabbles loudly on the floor and I feel
unsteady when I eventually climb on it in order

to peep through the hole. Boxes, piles of boxes.
A man sits in the background in front of a control
monitor. Who is it?

HER VOICE:
But she could have done a simulation easily afterwards.

I am taken aback. Who is this person? Who is editing
a video about a person who talks about me? About me,
while I am sitting in the room next door?

The door is opened, no time left. Who is who? For whom
do I work for? Regardless of which side I am on - who's
the brain behind all these notes?

I don't talk much about it. I get angry, I feel stuck-
why couldn't I just do a simulation of all this afterwards?