October 24th, 2007

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In the end what separates a man from a slave?
Money? Power? No!
A man chooses, a slave obeys.
You think you have memories. The farm, your family, an airplane, a crash, and then... this place. Was there really a family? Did that plane crash or was it hijacked, forced down, forced down by something less than a man? Something bred to sleepwalk through life, until they're activated by a simple phrase spoken by their kindly master?
Was a man sent to kill? Or a slave?
A man chooses, a slave obeys. Come here. Stop, would you kindly? Would you kindly, powerful phrase, a familiar phrase. Sit, would you kindly? Stand, would you kindly? Run! Stop! Turn!
A man chooses, a slave obeys. Kill!
A MAN CHOOSES! A SLAVE OBEYS! OBEY!
Andrew Ryan