My conscience went for a stroll yesterday. The timing was a bit unfortunate. I was sprawled on the couch and my shrink was at hand. Armed with her dictaphone and razor sharp brain, she was ready for the assault. That's when he, my conscience, decided to walk out of the room. Maybe he felt it was unnecessary to hang around when the brain rattled out past incidents of guilt, happiness and sorrow. Knowing that she will be deducting patterns to prescribe whatever the pharma firm pays her to peddle. As he wasn't around, I could feed her with the juiciest fiction my brain could squeeze out and the rest they say is ecstasy.
Last night they discovered a human in the sewers, screamed the headline on Daily Vermin Times. Ed Rat paused to scan the headline and sipped his morning tea. He was in charge of the highly successful Human Extermination Programme. He came from the highly acclaimed family of rats that had unleashed Plague on the frail human race centuries ago. At that time rats used to be in the sewers and the humans used to be outside. Maybe they too had a Vermin Extermination Program. How ironic, thought Ed. We were destined to rule the world. We withstood their poison and laboratory tests. In fact, the tests made us stronger and resistant to the diseases. Now look at them hiding in sewers away from us, fearing us. The telephone rang. Ed woke with a start from his reverie. There must be something wrong, he thought. My room has shrunk, there are metal bars everywhere. It looks like a cell. I can see my cousins in another cell. They are all playing with something. What's this lump on my hand? What...
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