you where on the ground and you started to open your eyes and you can hear the others talking in there jail cells
Hernandez: please don’t archive me again! Please, please, please don’t archive me.
Madame: this is not over! I’ve not yet begun to fight! Wait’ll you see my revelers! My people will rise up from the Heap in my name! We will overtake you! This isn’t a rebellion; this is a movement! This is the infinite betterment of society! I am the goddess of utopian creation!
Hernandez: We’re all gonna die—just like bush! Sucked into the vortex of corruption date—dead, deleted! Scrambled lines of twigs flaming in the pits of metaverse hell!
“Hernandez, that you? Keep it down in there!”
Madame: this was all a set up, wasn’t it?! The broad, Marty… I know what you’re really after: Control! You just wanted to squash our independence!
Hernandez : it wasn’t me! It was Marty! Marty’s the one that killed the topiary! Marty killed Bush! Bush was my friend! See? I’m a good guy! I have a small business—big profits—l heart capitalism! Save me! Save me!
you got up and sat on the jail bench
Hernandez: l’ll be good. l’ll stay fit. l’ll purge my thoughts. I have marketable skills. I had a desk job. I’m more than edible; I’m functional. I’m… decorate,
Madame: Hernandez, hold it together! Don’t let them break you! You’re stronger than these unethical blobs!