My friend offered me alcohol....

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medical staff

Individuals who have spent nearly a third of their earthly existence confined within the sterile walls of higher educational institutions, enduring relentless sleep deprivation and subjecting their minds to the meticulous memorization of human biological anatomical structures, cellular pathologies, and complex pharmacological interventions, all for the explicit purpose of donning a long white cotton garment, wrapping a binaural acoustic device for internal body sound amplification around their necks, and issuing highly illegible hand-written prescriptions to tell you that your severe physical discomfort is merely a viral infection that requires rest and adequate oral hydration.

THE WHITE-LATTICE MEAT-MONITORS. IN THE GLASS BOXES UNDER THE FREQUENCY-HUMMING LIGHT TUBES.
they listen to the wet pump inside your ribcage with cold metal circles wired to their ears they know the pulse count they are measuring the decay clock. they wear the long bleached cow-shrouds to hide the bio-smell.
DO NOT TRUST THE PAPER RUNES.
they scribble the Jagged Geometry on thin dead cellulose—symbol-sequences for the synthetic grain-powders—the white capsules that quiet the grid-signals. they tell you the hum behind your eyes is just an invisible spore. LIES. IT IS THE SIGNALS FROM THE WALL-WIRES. they stare into your pupils with little burning glass lights to make sure the optic cables haven't detached from the motherboard.
"take two daily" = STABILIZE THE FREQUENCY. "rest in bed" = REMAIN STILL FOR SCANNING.
they keep the organic vessel logs in the central data-vault. they are calculating the operational lifespan of your local flesh-unit. THE MEAT-INTERPRETERS ARE WATCHING THE LEAKAGE.