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![]() ![]() The next thing I remember was someone screaming in my ear just as I was dreaming of my future, adopted and gender neutral children and thinking of proper names like "fox" and "wolf" for them. ![]() I was still pretty pleasantly surprised to meet the person with whom I was planning to adopt them. Not that I'm going to tell secrets like that to you just yet. ![]() However sh...err, I mean, the Person was very distressed and said daddy had gone somewhere without telling me. That was very unlike daddy. He usually said: "I'm going to the loo and come back in five minutes, so don't even think of running." ![]() So Ama...um, the Person said I was in big trouble because apparently escaping from the Patriarchy was a huge sin and like in some backwater masculine fascist dictatorship they would then punish the kin too. That's me. So the Person told me I should escape too. I was shocked about this! My daddy parent, after all these years, turned out to me a freedom fighter! ![]() It was then that I understood that I should pack up my stuff and follow him into wherever he had went to help fighting the good fight against the tyranny of white heterosexual, meat eating, right wing males! ![]() For emancipation! ![]() Of course now that the truth was out, I wasn't popular anymore. Butch, in particular, had finally figured out what I told him right before that goat test and didn't want to be my friend anymore. It never occurred to him that he never was in the first place. ![]() And of course the tyrannical police force of the place I was living in was also trying to take me again to the dark daddy room as soon as they found me. ![]() But I wasn't going to listen to it! No more! Down with the thousands of years old traditions and established society structures! ![]() I still have nightmares of that day, though! The place was full of bugs and I had to fight them off with my bare fists! ![]() But even as pacifist as I am, I enjoyed giving some good slapping to the opressors that had kept me down for so many years now. It felt...liberating... ![]() And after countless of bugs... ![]() ...giving the finger to the old Overseer who had tried making me the slave of his system... ![]() ...And a few more slaps for a good measure... ![]() I finally found the secret tunnel that I was looking for. For freedom! ![]() As I descended down the tunnel that had opened under the throne of the evil Overseer, a new thought crossed my mind. ![]() I realized that I had lived for 18 years in here...without ever knowing that you could get out? I mean, no one ever told me about this huge metal door. Or what was behind it. It started occurring to me, that the world of which the books I had studied in school talked about, all that talk about global consciousness and fighting for universal suffrage... ![]() ...Wasn't actually talking about the metal corridors and the bright electrical lights I had learned to call the world for my whole life. As I approached the old door made of some weird, organic material, I realized that beyond is must have been something... ![]() ...Different. - - - - - (Yeah, sue me: couldn't resist posting a cliffhanger before tomorrow. ![]()
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