"AN ORWELLIAN CRY FOR FREEDOM"

I awoke in utter darkness and found myself in chains -- had I always been a prisoner?

Soldiers came. They led us to the Factory, an eternal place of toil and suffering. Long slender shapes in perfect suits put us to work, and then... we worked. There was no light, no rest, and no food to be had; there were only the machines, the smoke, the rats, and the useless products we made -- forever. And above us, loomed the Tower. Not one of us had ever entered it; we just watched as it grew taller and taller, fueled by our misery.

And then: a gesture of kindness. A soldier with a soul. It changed everything. The hammers in our hands felt different then, and one by one, we began lifting them. Not for work; not this time. But for freedom!

YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE BUT YOUR CHAINS!