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out with a ball and play with friends. But because
your head is so full of a child’s desires that children have, you
don't like what you have. You want the new toy. The new thing. All
the kids want it and you all spend your time wishing your silly
heads off that you have it.
    "Now that
you're adults though, and you have it, or could have it, you simply
do not have the time anymore. Sublime irony really. The world is a
bit of a darker place, you have other commitments, a job, children,
etcetera. And you see your children, and they're miserable little
morons! Miserable! Little! Morons! And you're like, 'why are you so
miserable little Eliza?' And she replies a similar reply to what
you gave when you were young. And it is only then! -you realise
that you wasted your youth, thinking similar thoughts. It is only
then, you realise what your parents were on about. It is only then,
you realise you’re telling your little morons to stop worrying
about what they don’t have, and start enjoying what they do have.
Freedom.
    “Then again,
you guys now have your Happy and your Bliss and your Ecstasy.
Taking that into account, it makes everything I’ve just said
inert.”
    J was an odd
talker. Despite the falsetto American accent, every word was
articulated and executed with brilliant precision. He left long
enough gaps between his sentences so everyone could take in what he
had said. Jessica found his intelligence pretty impressive, despite
not knowing what on earth he was on about, or at least, what
context his apparent metaphor fitted in.
    “Myself
however, I am a man of simple ideas-" he continued.
    "Neo-terrorist," hissed Jordan through his microphone. The crowd
behind him murmured.
    "Oh, I'm sorry.
I thought they were just bed-time stories made up by the press," J
hissed back, licking his lips, "Ha, listen! I know why you do this
okay. I know why you relentlessly day after day, stick up for our
land's relentless father, okay? It's because, it's easy money. If
ignorance is bliss, you guys must be in heaven by now."
    The crowd of
fanatic speakers started to look uneasy. A bit shifty.
    "Ha! Oh come on
don't look at me like that. Everyone knows it," he continued,
looking somewhat forgiving and humorous, "Everyone knows that you
listen to what the leader wants and then stick up for it in Speaker
Sessions. Then, the leader, looking at the minutes, sees his idea
and obviously likes it and goes forward with it, because it is his
idea! This government is so corrupt, even a supermassive-black hole
wouldn't swallow it up.
    "And everyone
knows it. The press know it. The public know it, or what’s left of
them at least, I hear the requiem are doing a fine job of reducing
the land’s population-" he started pointing at Jessica, trying to
think of her name, "Jessica..." he paused to see if he was about to
be corrected, "... knows it. Hell, even my nana knows it and she
thinks I'm still six and sits in her rocking chair all day making
up jokes about poo.
    "No-one is
convinced, not that you guys care. You get your fat pay packet and
all of the land's troubles simply disappear. Well not for much
longer. See, very soon, a mountain of poo is going to hit the fan-
that's one of my nana's by the way -and when it happens, no-one
will get out clean. Deimos? Hell, that's the start, our leader
isn't going to stop his madhouse power craze. He isn't going to
stop making stupid, selfish decisions that improve him politically
in the greater scheme of things, but do not help them who are under
his rule. He's going to continue wanting to live forever. He's
going to continue what he is doing now, and that's seriously
screwing up this land.
    "And when this
colossal amount of faecal waste hits the turbine, when the final
straw has finally been pulled after many years of it being tugged
on; the people of this land are going to turn to those who lead
this mighty land to destruction. And they're going to find you. And
they'll make you squeal. And they're going to