Post by account_disabled on Dec 26, 2023 5:12:48 GMT
They built a control zone, piling up sandbags and setting up wooden and barbed wire barriers. Then they also erected a small hut to shelter the sentries. It immediately reminded me of Checkpoint Charlie that I had seen in Berlin years earlier and my situation didn't seem that different from that of people living in East Germany. A wall had been erected in front of me, guarded day and night to prevent me from crossing it and escaping to freedom. In the meantime other people had arrived. Curious who had learned about the man who was kept locked in the palace.
They looked at me blankly. Among those I saw that there was also a little girl, she must have been six or seven years old, who smiled at me and waved. Luckily they had been smart enough to keep innocent souls away from the horrors of that destroying world. I returned her greeting and decided that I would remember her, the only pure soul in the midst of that Special Data humanity with no trace of humanity left, when I managed to escape. I wouldn't have cared about the fate of others. In the following days someone always came to bring me food. Mostly it was vegetables and flavorless bread, although sometimes there was some meat. That food disgusted me, but it helped keep me from starving.
The man was aware of it. It was for that reason that he had gone to the cemetery, to dig up the woman who had died of syphilis that morning. Several hours later everything was ready and the man stood aside with his head bowed, reluctantly accepting the law of his time. I became much more aggressive, lashing out at everything that came my way. Several times I woke up in some room of the palace, on the floor, my hands bleeding and full of wounds. I have big gaps in my memory about what happened in those moments. But I remember that one day a small crowd had formed near the checkpoint. It was late morning and the man who brought me food had already arrived, even though he was standing in front of the sentries watching the palace door.
They looked at me blankly. Among those I saw that there was also a little girl, she must have been six or seven years old, who smiled at me and waved. Luckily they had been smart enough to keep innocent souls away from the horrors of that destroying world. I returned her greeting and decided that I would remember her, the only pure soul in the midst of that Special Data humanity with no trace of humanity left, when I managed to escape. I wouldn't have cared about the fate of others. In the following days someone always came to bring me food. Mostly it was vegetables and flavorless bread, although sometimes there was some meat. That food disgusted me, but it helped keep me from starving.
The man was aware of it. It was for that reason that he had gone to the cemetery, to dig up the woman who had died of syphilis that morning. Several hours later everything was ready and the man stood aside with his head bowed, reluctantly accepting the law of his time. I became much more aggressive, lashing out at everything that came my way. Several times I woke up in some room of the palace, on the floor, my hands bleeding and full of wounds. I have big gaps in my memory about what happened in those moments. But I remember that one day a small crowd had formed near the checkpoint. It was late morning and the man who brought me food had already arrived, even though he was standing in front of the sentries watching the palace door.