Elliot is telling me about how the military is breeding bioweapons to make the people forced to be around them sick. I didn’t understand what was going on but I certainly have lived - barely - with the consequences of the targeting I endure from the mafia kingpin.
“She needs to go now.”
“You’re explaining how the suppression works and it’s a lot worse. We’re already traumatizing you enough. What a nightmare.”
I’m constantly being told as bad as I have it, I’m extremely lucky compared to others which I have always been able to surmise. I’m the dupe. They couldn’t push it too far and by 2010, I wouldn’t go along my warden anymore - he was threatening me too much. I would rather be dead which is what I expected long ago.
I’m exiled from the planet for doing the right thing and I’m the lucky 1.
She needs to go.
“Yes, no 1 should be supporting her.”
