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It was too late to turn back. We were close to our destination.
Standing at the westernmost point, we could identify two structures:
the dam on the top of the hill and the human incinerator in the
valley. To make sure everyone was safe, some people from the
group volunteered to stay there and inform any strangers. The rest
of us, led by Joshua, slowly jogged up the hill. The journey took
almost an hour before we finally made our way to the top where
twenty or so guards were impeding the path. It was then 6:45 a.m.
The rain had softened, and the glistening sun gradually emerged
from the horizon.
“Good morning,” Joshua asked.
“Good morning. What would you like, sir?” the guard with
the thickest moustache asked in return. He sounded a lot nicer and
more polite than I had anticipated.
“We’d like you to rid our community of the human
extermination system and bring social justice by reducing
unnecessary killing.”
“Sorry, but we cannot honor your request. I suggest you
leave if you don’t want to get in trouble.”
“That’s okay. You don’t have to be the one putting an end to
the system. We’ll do it for you. May you please give us the key to
unlock the dam?”
“For what?”
“To release the water and destroy the human incinerator,”
Joshua claimed.
