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Here, deep in the wilderness, there’s no civilization.
No power lines.
No gas stations.
No convenience stores.
No houses.
No roads.
Nothing.
There are only trees. Bushes. Rocks.
And here, you can be stripped of everything.
All rights.
All freedoms.
All possessions.
All choices.
Everything.
It doesn’t matter how you came here.
Perhaps you’re a criminal.
Convicted of crimes so heinous that confinement in an ordinary prison would not be adequate justice for your victims.
Or, maybe you’re a rebel against the Empire, and your exile here is a deterrent to others so that no one else will dare resist.
Perhaps you’re innocent, forcibly kidnapped and brought here against your will.
Maybe you were tricked. “Become a slave in the wilderness”, said your ‘friend’, “It’ll be fun!”
Perhaps you came by choice, because you desired to have an experience of having nothing.
It doesn’t matter.
The past makes no difference.
You can struggle, if you wish to struggle.
You can try to escape, if you want to try to escape.
You can scream, if you want to scream.
You can cry, if you want to cry.
You can despair, if you wish to despair.
You can beg, if you wish to beg.
You can do anything you want, and nothing you do will make any difference at all.
Here, deep in the wilderness, you have nothing.
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