I woke up starving in the cell chamber head aching body sore only with my diary and plate with a few small  nutrition pills (only enough pills to stay alive).   and as I read my past diary posts in pain I read of my own insanity trying to remember these accounts of pain misery I can only remember tings about my life before I was attacked by them. the cell door opens and I am escorted to a rocket I have heard stories about them executing prisoners with the vacuum of space they ignite the rocket-engines and we sore up to mars orbit. diary post 3 (and probably my last)                                                                                       

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