George looked less and less at the pictures on his phone. The dancing and the learning of the moves became all he thought about. As the videos kept going to his phone, and he kept practicing he was losing space.
At first this wasn’t a problem he started to delete stupid stuff. Like pictures of grocery lists or things he used to send his wife he thought were funny. He could get those all back once he was out he thought.
He made a rule he couldn’t delete pictures of them, but as more videos came he had mostly spent his time looking at those. He wished he could compress his pictures. Make them as small as possible for later.
He started to slip one night when there was a message that a new video couldn’t be downloaded. He panicked. There was an associating he made with the dancing videos and survival. He was playing their game so he thought by doing this he’d survive. These videos gave him a chance to live. The food too changed he felt like whenever he danced well the food was better fresher. When he didn’t dance so much the food was worse.
So he deleted the pictures of his son first, just random ones.
At first this wasn’t a problem he started to delete stupid stuff. Like pictures of grocery lists or things he used to send his wife he thought were funny. He could get those all back once he was out he thought.
He made a rule he couldn’t delete pictures of them, but as more videos came he had mostly spent his time looking at those. He wished he could compress his pictures. Make them as small as possible for later.
He started to slip one night when there was a message that a new video couldn’t be downloaded. He panicked. There was an associating he made with the dancing videos and survival. He was playing their game so he thought by doing this he’d survive. These videos gave him a chance to live. The food too changed he felt like whenever he danced well the food was better fresher. When he didn’t dance so much the food was worse.
So he deleted the pictures of his son first, just random ones.
