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A Question of
Confinement
The thought.
It just popped into my mind on my morning commute, crammed
into the shuttle with all the other cattle.
‘Why do we tolerate this?’
The alarm above my seat sounded and two Company droids came
from the cockpit, moving jerkily down the cabin to come and arrest me, take me
back to HQ for disciplinary action.
The operation will be conducted without anaesthetic and will
be painful. Machinery will sustain me while my organs are replaced with synthetics.
Components will be placed in my skull, making me programmable; a droid never able
to question the Company again.
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