Section 7 Entry 0001. Date: 2004 May 18 Tuesday.
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Something strange has been happening. One after another, they've been vanishing, all my coworkers. There's nobody here now but me. Me and the Big Boss. And the Big Boss doesn't talk to me. Doesn't give me work. Unimaginably, work has come to a halt.

All we do these days is watch TV. And it's strange TV, not like the stuff you usually see in Hell. What is strange about it is the smiles, the grinning enjoyment which dominates the show. Pyramids of human flesh, stacked obscenely, naked. Weird tricks done with chemical lights. A guy violating himself with a banana.

It all looks rather real, suggesting that we're watching something coming live to use direct from some part of Hell. But what part? I have no idea. I've lost track of all the weird stuff I've seen in the years I've been in Hell, but never before have I seen people so weirdly smiling as they persecute the sinful.

One of the things about Hell is that those who punish us are grim because being in contact with us is a punishment in itself, a contamination they have to endure. But those on the TV do not seem to be tortured by their own work. Rather, they seem to revel in it.

The Big Boss has started drinking something. I don't know what it is, but it comes in small green bottles with hexagonal sides, and it makes his eyes burn really, really red. Did I say I was worried? Well, life in Hell, you expect to be worried. If you're lucky.

I have no idea what's going to happen next.