I’m not crazy!

They have chosen you, these voices. At first it seemed like mutterings and whispers of the people around you, but then they got louder and louder. No one else seems to hear them.

You've been chosen to do great deeds, but you question the voices origins. Who are they? Why are they talking to you, of all people? They refuse to reveal their identity.

You want to trust them, but if they're so secretive when only you can hear them.... then why? Your fear spreads. Maybe everyone can hear them and they don't acknowledge them. That man back there! He's been following me for days, it must be him. Who is he? Is he the government? Is the government after you? Do they know about the voices?

As a lower government employee you can get the scoop. Just pretend there's no voices. But the more you ignore the louder and louder they get. Why have they chosen me?

Kill him, one says.

You're in danger, they're everywhere. Says another.

Run! Run now! Says the third.

Kill who? In danger from what? Where will I go? They're so loud that it's almost impossible to ignore them. As soon as 5 o'clock comes around I run home and lock myself away.

Who are you?

We are God.