Conspiracy?

Smith slowly rotated his head to face Holly. Being somewhat less than tall,
he then raised his chin slightly.
"Who EXACTLY are you, where EXACTLY am I, and when EXACTLY is something here
gonna start make smegging sense?"
Since Holly of course had no answer,John's phyche responded by twisting his
already bright red face into even more grimaces, scowls, and grins, forming
a maniacal spectacle that no computer (or human for that matter) is meant to
watch.
Holly considered this for a minute. The medicomp had quickly diagnosed the
man with acute anxiety, borderlining nervous collapse.
Normally a standard JMC computer was programmed to confine him to the
medical bay. However, the AI aboard this JMC ship in particular, was
definately not standard, having been subjected to the insanity presented to
him by the crew on a daily basis.
Gradually the realization dawned on him that a city-sized bright blue Asylum
was exactly where this man belonged.
Holly voiced his diagnosis, a wide smile stretching from ear to simulated
ear.
"You'll fit in here nicely."
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