It’s day 17—or maybe it isn’t. I don’t know what time is anymore, or what it means. They’re everywhere. I thought we got rid of them with the broom, but they’re back. I tried to flee, but there’s no escape. They know where I am at all times. They know where I’m going before I do. It’s like there’s a GPS chip with 5G, a mic, and my entire browser history in my pocket, and something is sending it all to them constantly.

Beige computers. They’re winning. My only hope is that some AI-broken Windows update will take them down long enough for me to disappear. Off the grid. But where? They’re everywhere.

Later. Maybe there’s a solution. Someone seems to have the power to summon them at will. They’re planting beige everywhere to spy on me. But how do I stop them?

All I know is a pseudonym: “qrstuv.” And I fear the rest of the alphabet is with them too. Alphabet. Everything is connected.

Focus. I can find qrstuv, ask them to stop. But where? How? They didn’t respond to the interview for the last Funhole release. All I have is some cryptic content inspired by their childhood as an egg.

Maybe I should go back to see Dr. Justin Case. He’s so charismatic, he could drop me some pills. Clear my head.

Is the Funhole a rabbit hole? Should I send a bun alert? Who will answer?