posted on May, 14 2011 @ 10:09 PM
reply to post by Rockdisjoint
Perhaps I titled this badly, I don't mean slave in the literal sense of intensive manual labour without pay.
Rather, consider this metaphor (isn't part of my story at all, but might sum it up better):
You are in a very bizarre jail, indeed. It is not reserved for criminals, but rather serves as a micro-society. You have access to food, drink, etc.
but it is all fairly poor standard. There is very little to do in the way of entertainment and you spend most of your time working and sleeping. You
can talk with friends once in a while, hang out but there's a curfew and no one really has much of a sense of humour. You were born in the prison, as
was everyone living there and you are taught that this prison is basically the whole world. Men and women are segregated, they never meet but are kept
on certain medication to suppress their sex drives. Therefore, though its a crap lifestyle with no fun to be had, everyone is content not to
In reality though, there is a really cool city nearby, with loads to do. You can hang out with whoever you want whenever you want. There's great
restaurants, bars, cinemas and everyone living there is super duper happy. You don't need money, it's whatever your concept of a utopia is and it's
only about one mile away.
However, there is literally no conceivable way out of the prison you're in, escape or improving your way of life is not an option. Just for the sake
of argument and avoiding any unnecessary specifics, there is NO way out and NO way of changing your environment no matter who finds out about this or
what they want to do.
Would you rather know that this place exists or stay blissfully unaware that there is anything outside of the confines of where you live?