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| ©Chris Mesarch 2018 My first memory after
the ambulance was: balancing
on the footboard of a hospital bed over an abyss |
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| ©Chris Mesarch 2018 They were just the gatekeepers. The real jailers were MIT students. |
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| ©ChrisMesarch 2018 Who were all young women. |
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| ©Chris Mesarch 2018 The students went off to their schoolwork and left me guarded by the AI. |
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| ©Chris Mesarch 2018 The AI that resembled R2D2 navigated over the abyss to massage my legs. It's the small kindnesses that get you through these situations. |
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©Chris Mesarch 2018Then I found myself loaded into the back of a rental truck, the captive of the MIT students. |
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| ©Chris Mesarch 2018 They drove me to a large rally down on the waterfront. |
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| ©Chris Mesarch 2108 The first duty of the prisoner is to escape. Not a chance. |
They deposited me in a room jammed with furniture and kept checking to make sure I was still there. |
| Another, kinder MIT student came in to lead me to somewhere else. To be continued. . . |
