REG: Lyrics Remix "Zero One" (about the psych ward)

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Title: ZERO ONE (VOID)
Original Artist: Dual Core

Notes: this song is a fictionalized version of the hospital incident described in my “nonverbal ways” thread. It starts by explaining who the character (Lindsay) is and the heck she’s been through and how she’s worked around it by becoming nonverbal and throwing herself at her call center work and how she met two really awesome friends (fictionalized versions of my corporate handlers (named Krystal (nonverbal in real life) and Jennette (verbal in real life) in real life)) Then it explains the hospital incident and then flashes forward to after the fictional character was released and how the colleagues were pissed about it and how they (fictionally) planned to “get one back for Lindsay” by exposing the hospital’s patient names and such by exploiting a (fictional) flaw in the security of the network and the patient database. And the song flashes back to the hospital at the very end to show that Lindsay was restrained and drugged while she was there and how it all impacted not just Lindsay, but the friends as well. Pushing one to just stop interacting and shut out the world and go inward, the other was traumatized and suffered from debilitating PTSD, and Lindsay just ran away. As we all know that’s not how it actually happened and no hospital systems were hacked by any of my co-workers, but that is used to illustrate just how pissed off they were in real life.

What do you all think of this? The original thread where this is brought up is: viewtopic.php?t=353257

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Have you ever been in a situation where you think you’re doing the right thing, but it doesn’t turn out like you had expected?

Straight from the headlines, scary is sin; a west-coast call center is where we begin. Lindsay’s nonverbal not scared to get in and keep out of reach from society again. Because she was so different, least that’s what they said and they shouted when taking away her rights; but this wasn’t typical, since most of the time the abuse she had received had been physical. A healthy hologram, she changed to the minimal, eighty-five pixels on her pattern made it pitiful. Alive in her mind, so she nurtured a trust, since that was the only thing they couldn’t touch. She took up silence to push away comatose, pro on phones, K-Base lookups and handle times. She met two friends named Stephanie and Kim and come to find out they were just like her.

Lindsay’s at hospital, on the ward waiting, yet another interaction the kind that she hated. Thinking about A4 and metrics to start, these people walk by and demand her iPad. Just do intake, but this was a sight, shocked because these people kept demanding her device. Without her iPad, means she couldn’t talk, the hospital was certain of punishment for that.

Terrified of the memories and the flashbacks Lindsay, Stephanie, and Kim made a plan and it hatched. The hospital had a patient database saved, they would hack with a zero-day to expose patient names. Commit on an update to obtaining respect, these people would never know then they’d be amazed. Thought about alternatives, but they refused it, tired of seeing Lindsay at work with these bruises.

Back on the ward, palms still sweating, tried to act cool, calm and collected. Still being prompted for the seventeenth time, the hospital staff had lost their patience. Doctors and nurse came in with drugs and restraints, assaulted and traumatized while on the ward. The hospital staff had to make an example, so they came down hard with the punishments handled. Stephanie gave it up with terrified fears, without a voice for the last three years. Kim pleaded out, she knew what to code it as, PTSD from all of the memories, alone in a zone, not a lot to share; locked in herself with flashbacks and such. She called Lindsay’s fiancée, but they wouldn’t speak, since Lindsay went missing at the end of last week.