288: The cell wipes your memory; the cell holds your memory.

BLANKSPACE (#blankspace) has become The Cell; mysterious tweets warn that the cell is all around us; the cell has become detrimental; the cell is in your very make up.  It’s too late; you are already taken up.  There is no get-out, no vent, no release.  Your cell phone is your cell, is your mobile phone is your home is your tomb. 

BLANKSPACE is Switch Circuit (#switchcircuit) is FutureEverything.  You are a prisoner, a peon, a captured weasel thrashing in a snare.  Present your name and number at the door and endure the holding cell until such a time when you are processed.  Go to cell A, then E, B, F, D, C and finish at G.  Take your own mugshot, you dimwit.  Tweet @LiberatedVoice to speak in dire mechanical tones to the thronging slaves walled into the cell.

07527 439 972

07527 439 972

07527 439 972

07527 439 972

07527 439 972

07527 439 972

Phone me

07527 439 972

Phone me now

07527 439 972

07527 439 972

Phone 07527 439 972 to activate the aural weapons.  Please be aware that strobe lighting is used.  Danger, danger; shield your eyes, protect your ears, dial the number.  Dial it now.  Take your hatred out on me, make your victim my head.  My eyes, ears, fingers, thumbs, brain cells.

Link, connect, tweet, post, communicate, ignore, feed the cell, the box in your pocket holds more sway over your attention than the people around you.  Break off conversation suddenly in order to obey the call of the cell in your pocket.  Feed me, feed me, feed me fucker; do as I command thee.

You are the head of the snake; these orders are for you alone.  Forward backward inside out; forward backward upside down.  Forward backward inside out; forward backward upside down.  Be there:

Go to Cell G.  Choose your place on the grid.  Tell everyone in Cell G to be quiet and await further instructions...

BLANKSPACE and Switch Circuit push on until 6am – you have six hours remaining.  You have your orders; to present yourself for processing at BLANKSPACE immediately – 43 Hulme Street, Manchester, just off Oxford Road nr BBC building.  The cell has commanded you.  The cell is the final word.  The cell tweets, warbles and sings.  Listen to its siren call.  Listen. Listen.