Our potential witness hadn't seen anything. It doesn't seem like she would see much, regardless. Considering she never leaves her house. It makes you wonder how she survives. I guess she has friends to help her, or maybe meals on wheels. If they still do that. I think so.
Anyway, we came up with nothing and now I'm back at the station. Completely empty. I feel dried up, like my mind isn't working. I can't think creatively or act on some clever impulse. I guess I'm just losing my edge. Maybe my decision to be normal--or simulate someone normal--is draining me of all of the things I used to be proud of.
It really makes me wonder. Should I stay myself, and stay purely logical, or should I give in to my humanity? That old lady is living by herself, as herself and she still makes it. I could do the same thing.
You know what? I give up. I'm not like them, and that's what makes me. If I need to be different to function correctly, I'll do it. I'll be the Randall I've always been, not the Randall they want me to be.
I can already feel the gears in my head start working again.
It feels good.