John's realization
John was out in the field, supervising the slave workers. It was a day like any other in John's life. He did his job as always. But somehow it was different today and John didn't feel as focused as usual.
The heavy clang of the steel boots made John's heart sink. "I am a supervisor, meaning I am the slave's master. In my job I have to make sure the slaves are doing their work," he murmured those words to himself. With every step he took, the slaves would be forced to follow along and do the dirty work.
John looked down at his clipboard and began to go through the list of slaves that he was responsible for. He saw that there was a group of new slaves. He sighed as he prepared himself to deal with the new slaves.
John walked over to the group, stopping in front of a young man who was looking around in fear.
"You there, are you the newest slave?" John called out to him.
The young man turned to him, nodding his head warily.
"Well, if you're the new slave, then you're going to have to learn how to do your job," John said, trying to maintain a calm and collected voice. "You'll be working as a miner, and you'll be doing sulfur mining. Do you know what sulfur mining is?"
The young man shook his head.
"It's pretty simple," John said. "You'll be collecting sulfur from the mines and bringing it to the surface. All you have to do is follow along with the other slaves and do as you're told."
The young man nodded slowly, and John turned to the other slaves.
"All right, you new slaves, you better follow along," he said to them. "I'll be watching you to make sure that you're doing your jobs."
John watched as the new slaves reluctantly followed the other slaves into the mine. He sighed, knowing that he was going to have to keep a close eye on them. He knew that there were going to be problems with the new slaves, but he had to do his job.
John began to walk through the mine, making sure that all of the slaves were performing their work. He watched as they hauled the sulfur from the mines and carried it up to the surface. He sighed, knowing that this was going to be a long and arduous day.
Walking through the mine, John felt his anger and stress rise. He knew he was stuck in this life of slavery and years of being a supervisor. He would never be able to break free, and his frustration mounted.
John could feel the rage boiling up inside of him. He knew that the people were being treated unfairly, and he knew that he was being forced to do work that he hated. He was angry and frustrated, and he was beginning to feel overwhelmed.
He knew that he had to fight his feelings of anger and frustration, but he couldn't control them. He could feel his body shaking.
John wished he could do something about this horrible system, but the harsh existence of the spaceship colony demanded he fulfill his role as a supervisor. Every day, he picked out those who did not work hard enough or who were not focused enough.
John continued walking through the mine, watching closely as the slaves worked. He began to feel his frustration and anger growing inside of him, until he could no longer hold it back.
Without thinking, he raised his shock whip and began beating one of the slaves. The slave jerked spasmodically under the vicious blows of the whip, and blood flowed over the floor.
John felt a rush of adrenaline and excitement as he beat the slave, knowing that he was in complete control. He continued beating the slave until they were both covered in blood, then walked away feeling satisfied.
He knew that this was just the beginning of his journey into madness and violence. He had been pushed too far by years of unfair treatment, and now he would never be able to return to his old self again. As John walked away from the beaten slave, he knew that there was no going back for him now.
John quickly realized that he was taking on a new identity, one that was not at all like the old John. The old John had been kind and gentle, until the system had forced him to become more brutal and violent. The old John was gone forever, and in his place was a monster who would stop at nothing to delight in human torment.
John kept walking through the mine, becoming increasingly angry with each step. When he came to the next group of slaves working, he threw himself into them, beating them with his shock whip, laughing as they screamed in pain.
He did not attempt to control his anger or his fury, and when the guards finally arrived, they were horrified by what they saw.
John continued laughing and beating the slaves, knowing that he had finally lost control. He was a monster now, and there was no going back for him.
Suddenly it struck him. "Without this monstrous society none of these men would be slaves!", He realized with a jolt.
John saw the bleak and dark mines, filled with people who were broken and suffering under the weight of their cruel captors. As he walked through the cold stone hallways, he was haunted by the memory of his former self; a man who was kind and gentle, but who had been transformed into a vicious beast as a result of the toxic society around him.
John surveyed the scene around him, seeing the slave workers bent over their work, exhausted and broken. He saw the guards who hovered over them, eagerly beating them with their shock whips, as they screamed and cried out in pain. And all the while, John felt a rising anger within him.
He couldn't think straight. Reality and fantasy blended together. He could feel his body melting and his mind going numb. His eyes trembling like jelly, he could feel his actual flesh blending with the imagined flesh around him, a strange feeling of slipping into a different world. His muscles ached and his head throbbed with a tense pain. The sense of reality and imagination seemed to be merging. Everything shrank into infinitesimal specks and finally his thoughts became very calm and clear.
"The monster has taken over my life! This system, I am living in, is a monster!" John screamed in rage.
John hurried through the slave quarter and saw the pale faces of slaves that were crowded into rows of small houses, sleeping under threadbare sheets. These slaves had never seen a single star above their heads, and the only sunlight in the alley was from sun-bleached rags. Last night, they had cried to their gods in despair. As he walked, he saw the guards with their blue uniforms and bright yellow helmets, walking among the slaves and laughing menacingly at their misery as they lashed at them with whips. Their faces were twisted in cruel smiles as they mercilessly whipped the slaves before them, reveling in their pain and misery. They laughed cruelly at the slaves' suffering, their eyes gleaming with malicious glee as they rained blow after blow on the poor, helpless victims.
The guards were wielding large whips that cracked loudly as they whipped the slaves, their faces twisted into sneers of pleasure as they enjoyed inflicting pain. They moved with a predatory grace, their eyes cold and calculating as they searched out new victims to torment. Their uniforms were dark and shapeless, and their heavy boots echoed menacingly through the courtyard.
The heavy whips stroked against the backs of the slaves, leaving deep red welts. The guards stood over them, sneering in sadistic glee as they reveled in their power over the broken and defenseless bodies. Their cruel laughter filled the air as they continued to beat their captives.
John saw a society that was built on violence and cruelty, where slaves were treated as less than human.
In that moment, John found himself filled with a sense of despair and hopelessness as he witnessed the cruel treatment being meted out by the guards to the downtrodden slaves.
He saw the guards, towering over their victims and clad in their imposing uniforms and yellow helmets, flaunting their power and deriving sadistic satisfaction from the torment and suffering of others. His eyes were drawn to their cold, mocking laughter as they stroke at the slaves with merciless brutality, feeling overwhelming despair at the realization that such an unjust system was more powerful than any one individual.
John realized the cruel and oppressive system that had created this suffering for the slaves. He realized with a sinking heart that the system that had created this oppression was more powerful than any one person, and that even his own efforts to resist it were futile. He was confronted by the immense, crushing weight of institutionalized oppression, and his resolve wavered in the face of such overwhelming injustice.
Although he didn't know it yet, this unexpected experience would change him irrevocably: He would never go back to his old self. Forever he would be consumed with hatred and anger against those who made him a monster.