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Pissed off King

watr24

00:00 / 05:56

Suite No. 7, Sixth Movement:
HOW I'VE SURVIVED FASCISM SO FAR

Arrested for Hate Speech

Some traitor had criticized the king, so the king declared that he would designate any criticism of him or his beloved supporters as "hate speech." He also declared that he would make sure that people who use "hate speech" would be fired from their job and blackballed so that they would never be able to find another job. The king proclaimed that anyone who indulged in hate speech more than once would be sent to a concentration camp, and anyone who indulged in hate speech more than twice would be publicly executed. He named the new law "Three Strikes and You're Out."
I joined a large protest against the king and made a few public statements that might be interpreted as hate speech, so I was arrested.

On Trial

At the time of the protest, I didn't know that the king had signed an executive order that had enshrined "Three Strikes and You're Out" into law. Before my trial, my lawyer had informed me that ignorance is not a legally acceptable excuse for breaking any law.
"But an executive order isn't really a law, is it?" I asked my lawyer.
"It is now, apparently," he replied.
After the prosecutor interrogated me at the beginning of the trial, my lawyer asked me in front of the jury what I thought about the king. I replied, "I believe that he is a great king, perhaps the greatest king who has ever lived. During the protest, I was just expressing what I believed to be the truth about one or two of the king's new policies. At the time, I believed that I still had the right to free speech. I only found out later that the king had signed an executive order prohibiting free speech. If I had known about the prohibition, I would never have said anything. I would like to apologize to the king, whom I have always greatly admired. At the protest, I never intended what I considered my opinion to be a criticism of our beloved king."

Pestle on a Pounding Stone

I continued, "I would like to confess other errors of judgement to the jury in this hallowed court. I won't ever believe that white immigrants from across the ocean committed genocide against the native peoples to steal their land.

Fascist Tyranny

"I also no longer believe that slave owners who considered human beings property simply because of their skin color were practicing a form of fascist tyranny," I stated to the jury. "In fact, now I don't even believe that slavery ever existed in this realm."

Removal Van

I tried to stop myself but couldn't: "I also don't believe, no matter how many times that I've been told, that masked thugs without identification are kidnapping people in removal vans and sending them to concentration camps without due process.

Detention Center

"How could anyone believe that innocent people who have not committed any crimes are being illegally detained or imprisoned in concentration camps? This realm's powerful new paramilitary force should be thanked for their loyalty and integrity. If you do the crime, you've got to do the time, right?"

Pissed Off Prosecutor

The prosecutor shook his finger angrily at me. "You're trying to gaslight us. I'm warning you. Don't treat this court like it's a farce!" he exclaimed.

Invasion

I smiled, but continued, "I don't believe that this great realm has ever invaded another sovereign nation, illegally or without justification, or that our own military is now invading our own cities. Our king would never command the military to attack his own people or innocent men, women, and children in other nations."

Bombing a Sovereign Nation without a Congressional Declaration of War

The prosecutor frowned, but I continued, "This great realm would never bomb another sovereign nation without a congressional declaration of war, nor would it ever murder or execute innocent people in this country or in boats offshore without due process."

Ecocide #1

"Objection, your honor!" the prosecutor shouted.
The judge replied, "Overruled! The defendant has the right to support his case by revealing his patriotism."
I continued, "Thank you, your honor. As a patriot, I will never believe that this great realm has ever allowed people to commit ecocide. All the once magnificent forests have obviously disappeared through some natural process."

Ecocide #2

The prosecutor gave me a dirty look, but I continued, "This great realm would never kill rivers and wetlands by diverting water to irrigate the crops of wealthy landowners. We live in a magnificent realm where everyone can enjoy our natural resources and everyone has an equal chance to prosper!"

Ecocide #3

The prosecutor grunted, but I continued, "Global warming is a hoax. If the planet is warming up a bit, that's just what happens now and then within different historical ages. This realm has nothing to do with forests being reduced to dirt and ashes through terrible fires caused by climate change. It's just a natural occurrence!"

Poppies

The prosecutor shook his head, but I continued, "And all those beautiful pictures of flowers are just AI generated images. Nature has never been that beautiful. A few radical left-wing lunatics are trying to make us believe that capitalists in this realm are despoiling the natural world for profit. Any radical leftists who say stuff like that should be arrested for inciting violence through 'hate speech.'"

Perpetual War

The prosecutor guffawed, but I continued, "Some radical leftists claim that the government in this realm provides the military industrial complex with over half of the government's discretionary spending in order to maintain perpetual war so that a few corporations can make billions of dollars--a huge killing--even while our citizens are dying unnecessarily from lack of access to health care. That's just fake news, really just hate speech."

Traitor

I paused, and the judge asked me if I had anything more to add. I continued, "Thank you, your honor. I would just like to say that I am a patriot. I know now the error of my ways. Anyone who criticizes our beloved king or our magnificent government should be hanged upside down by the foot in the public square as a traitor."

Goat God

The jury quickly acquitted me. After I got home, I decided to create my own alternate reality by manifesting the god-form of Pan and enjoying the flowers and trees and visiting ancient pounding stones in the mountains.

Seven of Cups

thoth

00:00 / 07:20

Suite No. 7, Seventh Movement:

HOW I'VE SURVIVED FASCISM SO FAR

Green Dragon

Drones had destroyed two places where I had lived, so I decided to hang out in the enchanted forest for awhile. During my first night in the forest, I had a vivid dream of seven golden cups floating on a cloud. Symbols that seemed to present a potentially important choice appeared before me in each cup. (Perhaps the dream was vivid due to the lingering effects of the medication given to me during my stay at the Left-Wing Lunatic Asylum.)
A dragon nested in the golden cup at the bottom right side of the cloud. In my dream as I gazed at that cup on the bottom row, I suddenly became a dragon. I felt fierce and powerful and scary, which appealed to me since I had recently experienced a lot of chaos and vulnerability and powerlessness, and for a moment, I desired to remain a dragon.

Fighting with a Knight

Then I remembered that knights, to prove their prowess or to rescue damsels in distress, sometimes fight dragons. Since I am a knight, I suddenly felt repulsed by the idea of killing and eating a valiant knight. "I don't think so," I thought.

Great Warrior

So I gazed at the second cup and could see a victory wreath jutting up over its brim. I imagined myself as a valiant warrior who is celebrated and respected for his ability to vanquish every adversary.

Savage Warrior

But then I realized that battles often devolve into little more than pure savagery. In my dream, I suddenly saw myself as a brutal, heartless ogre, scarred by savagery, who revels in killing or harming others. I looked more closely at the cup and noticed a skull etched into the cup's surface. "No thanks," I thought.

Riches

So I gazed inside the third cup at the bottom of the cloud and noticed a pile of jewels and other riches. Since for many people riches mean freedom, that choice at first appealed to me, but then I remembered that the rich often become obsessed with accumulating more wealth at the expense of everyone else while at the same time they grow more and more fearful of losing it all.

Funny Dictator

Then in my dream, I imagined becoming a dictator who had to spend most of his time and energy pleasing the super-wealthy because he needed their support to remain in power. He constantly violated the law to satisfy the expectations of oligarchs and plutocrats and kleptocrats. If he let down his wealthy supporters, he might end up in prison or seriously harmed in some way. The baubles in the cup suddenly seemed more like bubbles. "Naw," I thought.

Grounding Spiritual Energy

Then I gazed at the fourth cup in the bottom row. Inside the cup stood a castle. I suddenly imagined a king with a large golden pentacle on the crown of his head. The king also grasped a pentacle at his chest, and as he sat on his throne, each foot rested on a pentacle. In my dream I thought, "That looks odd. Is he miserly--trying to hold on to his wealth and power?" Then I thought that maybe he is channeling spiritual energy down through his crown and through his heart and then grounding it in the earth in order to manifest positive energies--like harmony and abundance and peace and love and magnificence--for himself and the community. "Yeah, that's for me!" I thought.

Fiery Emperor

But then I imagined an emperor in a fiery, molten world. He had dominion of himself--his thoughts and feelings and desires--and he also had dominion of his incessantly changing realm. He experienced renewal often in response to the many changes, and he also seemed to manifest and reveal internal and external rebirth--like a perennial rebirth of spring in the world. Unlike the king I imagined, the emperor was not surrounded by a community but by molten lava and poppies. He seemed more like a powerful force of nature, but he also seemed more alone--almost like he lived in a tower above humanity--but also more in tune with the powers and forces of nature. "I don't know. Maybe this is the best choice, at least so far," I thought.

Death and Transformation

The figure in the middle cup whose head was covered by a pink sheet seemed so anonymous and uninteresting that I shifted my gaze to the cup above the middle figure's left shoulder. A golden snake seemed to writhe around in the golden cup. "The snake sheds its skin and is often a symbol of rebirth," I thought. "It's also associated with the kundalini, which causes an expansion of spiritual awareness."
"I like it!" I thought. Then I remembered that profound spiritual transformation can be like death--the death of the personality.

Transformed into a Goat-God

"What if I transform into something that people don't understand, or something that scares them. People tend to avoid or attack anyone who is different. People who are attracted to you might need to overcome psychological obstacles before they can allow themselves to get to know you. "This might not be my best choice, at least not at the moment," I thought. Then I thought, "This must be a lucid dream. I don't usually have complex thoughts when I dream." That confused me. I wondered if I was dreaming or hallucinating.

Rainbow Goddess

Then I gazed at the cup on the upper right side of the cloud. A blue, severed head seemed to be floating above the golden cup. That was scary, but I soon realized that the head was dreaming, like me. Suddenly a Goddess with rainbow wings appeared before me.
"When you experience all the colors of the rainbow and the subtle energies of the physical realm and the energies of the subtle spiritual dimensions, you will know the Many in the One, the One in the Many, the unity underlying all of creation," she assured me. Then she smiled and disappeared in the flowers. "Nice!" I thought.

The Star: Opening the Heart

Then I envisioned a woman kneeling by a pond who was pouring water onto the earth from a jug in one hand and water from a jug in her other hand into the pond. A large star hovered above her head.
"Meditation and ritual help you attain higher awareness," she stated. "Eventually you open your heart and know the oneness of all creation, and you direct your light and energy to help people and creatures of the earth to heal and grow. You live in service."
"That's beautiful," I thought. "But that would require a lot of sacrifice. Am I ready for that?"

Apollo Playing the Harp

Then I returned my gaze to the central figure within the cup in the middle of the cloud. The person, male or female, seemed to be radiating light. Even though I couldn't see the person's face, I somehow knew that he or she was deeply spiritual, and I remembered that the color pink symbolizes the highest spiritual energy of the heart. The God Apollo suddenly appeared. He smiled and said, "When you open your heart, you can experience the beauty of sacrifice and the vision of harmony. You can feel the beauty of the arts and nature and other people. You can revel in the oneness of creation."

Knight of the Sun

Suddenly I transformed into a knight of the Sun. A golden pentacle glowed like the sun above my head and a golden six-rayed star glowed in my heart. "This might be my best choice. I can live a life of service with an open heart," I thought.

Traitor

Then I envisioned a traitor hanging upside down from a cross in the public square. "That sacrifice might be my fate if I live righteously with an open heart, but I can bear that if I have to," I thought.

Craftsman

Then I envisioned a craftsman creating golden pentacles near a castle. Gold symbolizes spirit and the five-pointed star reveals the subtle elements of Earth, Air, Spirit, Water, and Fire in balance within an eternal circle. The elements reveal the energies of the triplicities of the zodiac and the ruling planets--all the energies represented by the Tree of Life. I would happily do that--if that be my fate."

My Box in the Mountains

xmas24

00:00 / 05:37

Suite No. 7, Eighth Movement:

HOW I'VE SURVIVED FASCISM SO FAR

Mountain Lion next to My Box

Because the king had let hundreds of thousands of people die unnecessarily from the plague and had eliminated due process and then had begun to incite domestic political violence against half of the realm's population, I decided to hike into the the mountains and live in a box. My first night, as I tried to sleep, a mountain lion sniffed me and licked my face but then sauntered away as if I didn't smell or taste very good.

Oriole Perching on My Box

When I woke up the next morning, an oriole flew down and perched on my box. I was amazed that such a stunning bird would get so close to me. I thought that maybe he wanted to be my friend, but then he started scolding me--like a male oriole often does when you get too close to its nest.

Faery Peeking into My Box

As the day progressed, a faery peeked into my box and then glanced at me quizzically--as if she had never seen a fool before. When I extended my hand slowly in her direction, she quickly flew away as if surprised that I could see her. No doubt she was afraid that I was a dangerous predator.

Gnome near My Box

Soon a gnome was standing near me. He stared for a moment and then ran three times around my box as fast as a wild animal. Then he stopped and stared at me again as if wondering why I didn't get out of my box and follow him to the faery realm.

Ghost of a Native American Near My Box

Soon the gnome vanished into the forest, and I noticed the ghost of a Native American near my box. He frowned at me disapprovingly as if to say, "We fought for this land against your ancestors. We lost, but at least we fought. Why are you sitting in this box instead of fighting the greedy, power-hungry people who are destroying the history of your ancestors and your way of life and poisoning where you live and threatening the survival of your people and the other creatures of the earth?" I sat in my box and shook my fist at the venal men who were eliminating due process and rules and norms and violating the constitution and breaking the law and shredding the social safety net and channeling the vast majority of wealth upward to the richest few percent and inciting domestic political violence to create an excuse to invoke the insurrection act and establish martial law. I soon realized that I could sit in my box and shake my fist all day.

Homeless People Near My Box

So I picked up my box and carried it down to the valley below. In the city, I found a street that I liked and leaped back inside my comfortable box. Eventually numerous homeless people gathered around me. Before that moment, I had no idea that so many homeless people were struggling to survive on the streets.

Angel Hovering Over My Box

I felt overwhelmed and depressed by all the suffering in the realm, and I closed my eyes. As I started falling asleep, I thought for a moment that I felt a presence. I opened my eyes and suddenly glimpsed an angel hovering over me. I heard an extremely faint message, but after awhile as I was trying to understand it, I fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, I felt a surge of hope and confidence, so I picked up my box and began searching for a job.

Yelling at My Box

Eventually I landed a job. The manager even kindly let me work in my box. After I had slaved for the company for several weeks, I was called into the manager's office. Suddenly two bosses and the manager started yelling a me. I pulled down the lid of my box but eventually realized that I had complained a bit too much about the king and the horrible problems he and his minions were creating in the realm. I thought we still had the right to free speech. (I guess not.)

Chained to My Box

I got fired, but it didn't matter because I soon became infected with the plague. I knew that some people had managed to survive the plague, so I retained a little hope that I might recover. I felt chained to my box, but I had a lot of time to think and dream. I eventually decided that if I did somehow survive, I would head back to the mountains and live in my box again.

My Empty Box

To my great surprise, I survived. As I hiked back up the mountain, I gazed with joy at the trees and rocks and birds and flowers. When I reached a good place to stay, I put down my box and decided to explore the forest.

Angel in the Flowers

I strolled through a field of purple flowers and suddenly came upon an angel. She held out her arms as if to welcome me, but she also seemed to be encouraging me to enjoy at the flowers. Suddenly I felt the breath of the flowers and smelled their fragrance, and I felt a tranquility that I had never ever experienced before.

Old Mining Road

The Angel guided me up a hill on an old mining road that was blanketed by lupine and poppies. The road was slowly vanishing under the peaceful flowers.

Pestle in a Pounding Stone

The Angel and I continued up the mining road, and we eventually found an abandoned Native American village site near a stream. The Angel motioned to eleven pestles that still rested on one of the pounding stones. I began to suspect that miners during the gold rush had a lot to do with the disappearance of the Native Americans. Genocide had occurred in this realm and could happen again, especially with a king who wanted to imprison or kill anybody with a different skin color or anyone who wasn't loyal to him.

Indian Paint Brush and Lupine

The Angel then guided me to red Indian Paint Brush flowers interwoven with bluish-purple ground lupine. I realized then that the red flowers were named in honor of the Native Americans who had lived in that place for thousands of years. Even though I felt great sadness for the Native Americans, I also felt ravished by the loveliness of the flowers. I couldn't quite figure out, though, how I could be experiencing such intense negative and positive feelings at the same time.

Two Pestles in a Pounding Stone

The Angel then guided me to another Native American village site in the hills. Two pestles remained in the mortars of a pounding stone--as if some Native Americans had somehow escaped the genocide and had managed to survive at the village site, at least for awhile.

Divine Feminine

I felt deeply disturbed, but the Angel guided me to to a woman who looked like a Goddess. She emanated the divinity of the earth, and I suddenly felt the unity of all creation. I realized then that divine unity persisted in the world despite the genocide of an entire race and the continuing venality and lawlessness of greedy, power-hungry people--but I was amazed that I could still feel a profound connection with the Source even though the king and his minions were murdering people or sending them to concentration camps (without due process).

Sleepy Faery

bassin26

00:00 / 04:27

Suite No. 7, Ninth Movement:

HOW I'VE SURVIVED FASCISM SO FAR

ICY Agents in the Enchanted Forest

As I was strolling through the enchanted forest, I encountered a sleepy faery. Not wanting to disturb her, I tiptoed away.
From a distance, I noticed cold-blooded monsters grabbing the sleepy faery and tossing her into a box.
"What on earth are you doing?" I exclaimed.
"We are ICY agents who are detaining illegal immigrant faeries," one of them replied. "If you interfere, we will arrest you and toss you into a cell. Do you understand why you shouldn't get in our way?"
"I guess I see why," I shrugged. "But why are the faeries considered illegal?"
"They immigrated here illegally from another part of the forest," one ICY agent replied. "We must deport them all!"

Detained Faeries

Suddenly one ICY agent grabbed three faeries out of the box and shoved them into a cage. "We're going to eat well tonight!" the ICY agent exclaimed.
"Are you going to eat the faeries?" I inquired.
"Don't interfere!" the monsters shouted. "If you want to see what happens when you get in our way, just keep talking! Why don't you just keep walking instead?" one of them sneered.

Detained Ogre

So I just kept walking. Soon I came upon what appeared to be a prison camp. Surprisingly, a guard let me in when I told him that I would like to visit the prisoners. The first inmate I encountered was a huge ogre.
"Hey, Mr. Ogre, sir, why are you in here--if you don't mind me asking," I asked politely.
The ogre grunted. "One day, I was just minding my own business and an ICY agent detained me. I wasn't hurting anyone or breaking any law," he complained. "I have lived in the enchanted forest for most of my life. I have always been a productive citizen. Granted I look different from most creatures in this forest and I remain solitary for the most part, but I wasn't hurting anyone or committing any crimes. I was just cleaning up my part of the forest when an ICY agent grabbed me with its talons and carried me here and threw me in this cell without any due process."
"So this is a detainment camp," I mused.
"More like a concentration camp," the ogre muttered. "They give me just enough food to keep a squirrel alive. They're working me to death. They treat me like a slave but keep saying that work will set me free. I'm not usually violent, but one of these days, I'm going to crack some skulls and escape from this hellhole."

ICY Dragon in the Enchanted Forest

The ogre continued, "You see, some of the ICY agents are dragons. They don't provide a warrant or identify themselves. They just grab you and tear you away from your home. Any other ICY agent would have been really sorry for messing with me, I guarantee you!"
"I have no doubt about that," I agreed.

Detained Homeless Woman in ICY Cell

I said goodbye to the ogre and moved to the next cell. An old woman was sitting on a patch of grass in the middle of the cell. "Hello, ma'am. If you don't mind me asking, why are you here? You don't look like you're a hardened criminal or like you're from the enchanted forest."

Homeless Woman before Detainment

The old woman looked me over, then replied, "Right you are, young man. I am from a city in a distant part of the realm. I once lived in a comfortable home and always had enough to eat, but those heartless monsters in congress and the administration made it almost impossible for old people like me to continue getting Social Security benefits. Due to some stupid mistake, I lost my benefits. Of course, they gutted health care benefits as well. I suffered a terrible illness, which made me totally broke, and I soon became homeless."
"That's truly horrible," I replied sympathetically.

ICY Agent on the Street

She continued, "Those ICY monsters rounded up the homeless and treated us all like criminals. They sent many of us here to this gulag. At least I have grass in my cell. That makes me feel a bit more comfortable."
"How thoughtful of them," I muttered sarcastically.
"Can you get me out of here?"
"I'll do what I can," I mournfully replied, "but I can't guarantee anything, I'm afraid."

Detained Fool

I encountered a fool in the next cell. "Hey, you don't look like you're from these parts and you don't look like a violent criminal. Why are you here, if I may ask?"
"ICY agents profiled me. They said that I 'look like a dissident.' They claimed that I 'show indicators revealing that I might be an insurrectionist or a terrorist.' Look at me. I'm just a fool. Do I look like a terrorist to you?"
"Nope, not at all. That really sucks," I replied.

ICY Agent on Alligator

The fool continued, "I was just hanging out in my neighborhood, and suddenly this hippy-looking dude riding an alligator arrested me. My theory is that he was once a hippy who had become some kind of libertarian extremist. That alligator was pretty mean-looking, and alligators can outrun people, so I surrendered and ended up here in this swamp, which the guards call 'Alligator Auschwitz.'"

Detained Protestor

I shook my head and moved to the next cell. "Hello, friend, why are you here?" I inquired. "You don't look like a dangerous criminal."
"No, I'm definitely not a criminal," he replied. "I was just protesting about how the military is policing our city streets. That is illegal, but the king doesn't follow the law anymore. He just wants to consolidate power. He wants to dominate the people of this realm. They arrested me for being unpatriotic and anti-this and anti-that. I'm just against the military going to war against its own citizens when instead the military is supposed to protect us from foreign adversaries."

ICY Agent with Flag

"How were you detained?" I asked politely.
"Some ICY agent waving a red flag rushed up to me and knocked me down and arrested me," he replied. "I wasn't harming anyone or breaking any law. He didn't have any identification, and he certainly didn't have any probable cause for arresting me. Anyone could see that I was just peacefully protesting."
"ICY agents are like the gestapo, aren't they? Like the secret police!" I lamented.
"Yeah, better watch your back," he mumbled.

Concentration Camp

I stepped outside for a breath of fresh air and encountered a group of men dressed in what looked like pajamas. I politely asked them, "Why aren't you in a cell like the others?"
"We have the privilege of working out in the open as chattel slaves. They force us to work from sun up to sun down and feed us soup with a few peas in it every night," one of them complained.
The air was heavy with smoke, which made me cough. "Why is there so much smoke in the air?" I gasped.
"They're burning the bodies of workers who have died from starvation and overwork," one of them responded.

Fiery ICY Agent

"Why did they arrest you?" I gagged.
"We were members of a labor union as well as supporters of democratic socialism. We were holding a peaceful neighborhood meeting when a fiery ICY agent rode up on a horse. He accused us of being anti-capitalist and unpatriotic. He looked like some kind of fiery demon instead of a government agent. We didn't want him to burn down the whole neighborhood, so we didn't resist arrest," one of them stated.
I couldn't stop coughing as they passed me by.

Detained Dark Knight

I stepped back into the building to get out of the smoke and came upon a dark knight crouching at the back of his cell. "You are a knight. Why are you here?" I asked. "Seems more than a little odd."

Masked ICY Agents

"I approached three members of the military on the streets. One of them had just shot a protester who had shrilly asked why the soldiers were not ashamed of themselves--an outburst that was annoying but not illegal. The protester, moreover, had not made any attempt to harm any of them. I informed the soldiers that as a knight I am responsible for upholding law and order and that it was my duty to arrest the shooter. The three soldiers pointed their rifles at me and told me to back off. I told them again that I was upholding the law--they were not policemen and their use of violence against a peaceful citizen was illegal. I reminded them that the presence of the military had not been requested by the governor or the legislature. I told them that The Posse Comitatus Act outlaws the willful use of any part of the Armed Forces to execute the law unless expressly authorized by the Constitution or an act of Congress. The statutory exceptions include legislation that allows the President to use military force to suppress insurrection or to uphold federal laws. No such exceptions existed in that particular situation. I emphasized that the protest was peaceful and that an insurrection was obviously not occurring and that the protesters were not breaking any federal laws. I reminded them that assembly is integral to free speech and that both are protected by the constitution. I also suggested that it was their duty to disobey unlawful orders. After I was done speaking, the three soldiers threw me down to the ground and arrested me for aiding and abetting an insurrection and for being unpatriotic and anti-capitalist and anti-Christian and anti-this and anti-that. Then they sent me to this hell-hole concentration camp without due process."
"Yikes," I exclaimed."

Detained Immigrant

Disturbed, I moved to the next cell. "Let me guess," I said to the prisoner, "the military profiled you due to your skin color and concluded without any evidence that you are an illegal immigrant. Then they sent you here without due process. I would even wager that you are actually a citizen. Am I right?"
"Yes!" the prisoner exclaimed. "But you better be careful, my friend. They sometimes let visitors in here and then lock them up. The more prisoners they have, the more the government pays them with your taxpayer dollars."
"Oh," I sighed. "I understand now why they let me in here, and now I see why this agency is called ICY."

Family Separation

"You need to escape now," the prisoner whispered. "Get out of here if you still can. Don't let them tear you away from your family and your friends."
When it got dark, I managed to escape by stealthily avoiding the guards. I only wish that I could have helped all of the others to escape as well.

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