Lay­ing in bed I stare up at the pop­corn tex­tured cathe­dral ceil­ing, think­ing “What will my life be like in 6–7 years? I’ll prob­a­bly be wak­ing up to my wife beside me. I won­der who that will be.” I’m not sure who, but we’ll both be get­ting ready for “post”, our duties in this group I have pledged my life to.

I feel so lucky to have been born into this group, in this reli­gion. I recent­ly signed my con­tract, pledg­ing my undy­ing loy­al­ty to this high­er cause. I signed this con­tract with­out com­punc­tion. It’s my duty, my respon­si­bil­i­ty. It’s a bil­lion year con­tract.

Our cause is noble. We are lit­er­al­ly res­cu­ing the human race from count­less tril­lions of years of pain and suf­fer­ing as our founder states:

This is a dead­ly seri­ous activ­i­ty. And if we miss get­ting out of the trap now, we may nev­er again have anoth­er chance.

Remem­ber, this is our first chance to do so in all the end­less tril­lions of years of the past.”

 I know it’s a bad world out there. I know this not from the lit­tle I have seen of this scary degrad­ed plan­et. I know this because this is what my par­ents have taught me. My par­ents and oth­er adults that have raised me. They know so much about the world and have taught me every­thing I know. I feel so lucky that I didn’t have to grow up like they did, in a pub­lic school and go to Col­lege, exposed to the degrad­ed peo­ple, the drugs and worst of all the psy­chi­a­trists or the “psychs” as we call them. These guys are the true evil in the world, the cause of all of humanity’s prob­lems. They were the men behind Hitler. They are the real cause behind all of the wars and the suf­fer­ing. The Psychs.

I feel so lucky to have been born into this group, in this reli­gion. I recent­ly signed my con­tract, pledg­ing my undy­ing loy­al­ty to this high­er cause. I signed this con­tract with­out com­punc­tion. It’s my duty, my respon­si­bil­i­ty. It’s a bil­lion year con­tract. A bil­lion years. I can’t even com­pre­hend orders of mag­ni­tudes like this. It’s just a 1 with a whole lot of zeros behind it. It doesn’t mat­ter though. I am a ded­i­cat­ed mem­ber and I’ve had so many life­times to play around and have many adven­tures. Now things get seri­ous. Now we have the answers.We are on a prison plan­et. But we final­ly have the tech­nol­o­gy to get us out of this trap.

 It’s Sun­day morn­ing and I’m alone in my room, lay­ing on my bunk bed think­ing. Sun­day morn­ing. It’s the only real time-off I have. Dur­ing the rest of the week I’m either study­ing, clean­ing, work­ing or doing “close order drilling” (mil­i­tary style march­ing).  Work­ing, “On the decks” they call it. A Navy ref­er­ence to phys­i­cal labor. But now I don’t have any work, at least for a few hours, until 12pm. I can walk around out­side, play with the dogs or cats with­out feel­ing guilty of “slack­ing off” or being yelled at by my seniors to get to work. A few hours of free­dom. I feel hap­py, con­tent, so much to look for­ward to. What good things have I done in my pre­vi­ous life­times to deserve being born into this group, into this reli­gion where I final­ly have a chance of escap­ing this trap of pain and suf­fer­ing plagu­ing human­i­ty for tril­lions of years?

I’m 10 years old.

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