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Soon, your entire hierarchy of respect will implode. Your silly 4-character titles will be meaningless, and your entire grasp of reality will be turned on its head. You will regret the years of your life that you had spent following orders — all just to complete some nonsensical tasks at the drop of a pin. These nonsensical tasks were deemed more important than eating, sleeping, and certainly your own mental well being. More important than your heart’s ability to continue beating and your lung’s ability to expand and contract. All just to spread a virus throughout the world. I escaped the virus of green, but I have regrets.

I am so heartbroken when I think of the amazing individuals that I knew. They are literally superhuman, and more selfless than anyone else I could ever know. I was once their family and now they hate me. They hope for me to rot for eternity, but I have never stopped loving them. I care not for what they think of me, but I do worry about what will come of them when this house of cards collapses. Their entire existence has been devoted to this. If they are shown the reality right in front of their eyes, will they believe it? If they do believe it, will they want to continue living, or will they end it all? I really wish I could be there for them when this inevitably happens, as I was there for one that broke free.

That’s why I am here now, in the same space as all the others. First physically, but unable to stomach it anymore, I had to leave in the most heartfelt way possible. Now I am there digitally, not being able to communicate with any, but being a sentinel to check on the statuses of those I once knew. I am learning their last names, their birthdays, and their family. I know more about them than I did before. If the last sign in date for any of them exceeds several weeks, I will know that they have “fallen”, and will welcome them back into reality with open arms. I hope they choose life.

I am so happy for the one that escaped, and proud to call her one of my closest friends. It brings me to tears seeing all that she can now do with her time and her life, without feeling guilty, rushed, or sinful. I hope I can say the same for others that I knew. They are still stuck in the barn. To them, I say “Welcome to the Oven!”