The concast filled him up with light and love and vibrations.

      “It’s so simple,” said Mathias. Blood bubbled at his nostrils as he pronounced the m in simple. “We can all be here. Every single one of us. You can be here too. This is the freedom we’ve fought for. Beyond the restrictions put on us by other humans. The only true freedom. Right here. Right now. Why don’t you come with me?”

      The fat Minister sighed and looked over the instruments on his table. He turned to his colleague.

      “Ever seen a heart beating inside a man’s chest?”

      The younger Minister shook his head.

      “I’ll show you. We’ll need the scalpel and wire cutters to expose it properly. Then we can puncture it and watch him leak.”

      Mathias smiled. Those who wanted power over others, those for whom the lives they had were not enough, would be prisoners forever, tortured by their need.

      He focussed on the now of the instruments as they cut into him, stayed with the immediacy of the destruction as they clipped through his ribs and toyed with his heart.

      Mathias soared free.

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