Slow Meta Ending

	They were blue.
	And they were taken with regards to the regular DRMs in a fashion out of sync with reality.
	Mushroom-caps of new DRMs were soft-gelling in their esophagus and David felt much better, and Lisa was exuberant. The test they had taken the day before was the topic of conversation, and Sean wasn't on their minds. They weren't high on the new DRMs. They were simply grounded in a reality that seemed to them the closest thing to a normal way of being than they had experienced since very early childhood. She had answered the question about early memories with a story about losing her mother and father. What really would affect her the most was the pre-conscious state of being that she was always looking for again; the clear reality of what she was experiencing right then.
	The color of the sky should be blue, she thought. But it is orange. And she had answered orange. And she was terrified of that. David was on the computer. She went to the grocery store alone.
	She heard from a book that someone once said in the future everyone will be famous. How could anyone be famous with so many drones walking around? Grocer-drones, skater-drones, family-drones, truckdriver-drones, office-drones. They didn't notice her, yet she knew she should stand out being alone. The effect was that they were so absorbed in their own lives; they couldn't let anything penetrate them. Is that how people became famous: to themselves?
	She was bagging rabbits-lettuce when the new DRMs started intensifying.
	She realized she was famous as a drone, as all drones were famous as drones. The cameras watching her celebrated their public duty invisibly, cheering the population all on to become world-famous movie stars. Lisa was very aware of every movement of her body, even more so than she was aware of the dull nature of everyone surrounding her, and prickly hairs on her neck told her she was being watched more closely than the others.
	But it was the blues. And for a split second, she hated the red DRMs, and the mean-docs, and grocer-drones.
	Maybe she was questioning the possibility of staging her own coup.
	Later, she took her car by the hospital and set her eyes on the windows, opening and shutting as people died and were let into rooms. She came to the hospital because the sick and dying were some of the freest people in America. Freedom from the mean-docs could be found if she could just answer the questions the right way and be released. She longed for another test, and her longing seemed to float its way through those hospital windows.
	Like the speakers from her loft, her car began to create vocal sounds. Alarmed, she turned the engine off but the sound kept buzzing through.
	"It is a curve-ball. Loaded. Ready to tear into your gut. It's a machine, trudging along."
	She jumped out of her car and began to call David on her cell.
	"It's astronomical. Brain. Heart. Bone. Forget those things, you're watching life unfold."
	Putting herself back into the car, not reaching David, she wanted to quickly drive home because the mean-docs had obviously changed tactics again, somehow, and this is what she heard:
	"Reach for the stars, feel the dust on your fingers. I can feel the dust right now, falling from my hands as I push into a school of pillow-fish in the aquarian sky. The stars are that fish's eggs, strewn about by my hand. We're taking you to the base, Lisa."
	She kept driving home. She shouldn’t have come alone.
	"Answer one question, Lisa. What's the one way to get out of your life in the loft with David?"
	She said nothing. The voices were coming from the insides of her vehicle.
	"The answer is to play God."
	She was running out of gas. She slammed on the breaks and cursed, trying to take the car to the right side of the road. She couldn't see well. Objects were different colors than they used to be, and she was becoming more and more detached from her body. She became very afraid she would be pulled from her warm muscles and frame and watch herself collapse on the ground from above.
	Sean rescued her.
	He left her car and her cellphone by the side of the road, and carried her to his truck. He drove to the nearest gas station and splashed water on her face. "Wake up!"
	Nothing seemed right.
	"We're taking you to our base, Lisa."
	She was dazed. "Was it your voice through the speakers?" she asked.
	"There weren't any speakers. We were communicating telepathically to you."
	Still confused, she did manage to show some hostility. "What the hell were you thinking coming to our house talking about the government? Who the hell are you? Are you one of David's friends playing tricks on us like mean-docs? Are you a mean-doc?"
	"If you're referring to the government officials who monitor your daily life, then no. I am not a mean-doc," Sean said. "I am CEO of a nearby publishing house. We want you to write stories for us. We've seen the footage. You're classifiably a social expert. We need you."
	He really was a big eater.
	She had so many questions, but she was too out-of-it to make any come together. Except one. "Why us?"
　	"It's really just you, Lisa. David can be useful, if you decide to use him. However, you don't have to go back to him if you don't want to," Sean said. "You have a lot of decisions to make. We're creating another world, Lisa, with people like you at the center. The only freedom we've managed to achieve is in our own minds, and so the government has been drugging us. The mushroom-caps I sent you put your mind into a normal place. The hallucinations you were experiencing will subside. So what do you want to do?"
	Lisa had no idea what she wanted to do. Could she really leave David? Pangs of remorse for her partner-in-crime were drumming inside her. She was very attached to him, with all of his idiosyncrasies. Those were to be expected with cyber-hackers. But was she different than him? More versatile, perhaps, and definitely not as hilarious. It hurt to think of that, and to think of what David would say if she was really thinking about how funny he was, when she could be freeing herself.
	She said, "O.K." and the voices started coming back...
	"Take it slow, Meta. You might be God, now. Have mercy on us all. Nation-breaker out."
	It hit her then.
	She was a sov-bomb!