How do you like our walled garden?
Oh, look, the gardenias are so pretty.
And the roses are so beautiful.
No, no, that door is locked for your protection.
We don’t want you to leave and hurt yourself.
Everything you could want is here.
It’s so safe and quiet inside.
Not a cloud in the sky.
And it’s so dangerous and chaotic and unruly out there.
No, you can’t shout over the wall either.
We don’t like shouting.
And there’s no one to hear, anyway.
We don’t like anyone bad mouthing us, either, without our permission.
We don’t like bad words and bad pictures, period.
That’s what we have the guards for,
to keep it quiet in here,
to monitor you, and to ensure that no one enters or leaves without being thoroughly stripped searched.
I mean, examined to prevent any terrorists from attacking us or bringing contraband into our safe little(!) world. Or to take it outside.
But who wants to go outside? We have games! We have pictures! We have chat! It’s so much fun!
What? A prison? Why would you call it a prison? You sound silly and paranoid. No one’s a prisoner, here. You’re free to leave your friends and family behind, at any time.
If you can find a way out. It’s your choice. It’s not like we own your identity, No. 6.
I found this as a comment on Techcrunch by blissfulight.