traffick boss is doing parts work or something 1546<div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">in hyperprison, he meditatively g—</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">—oes back in time to when he would murder his workers to blow off steam.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">there he is, in his bloody boxingring, powersuit optional</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">terrified and brave workers surround him (are those words different?)(yes -tb)</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">he winds up and swings and punches a worker’s head off!</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">the head flies grotesquely. some weaker workers scream, they will be next.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">traffick boss goes and brings a journal to the boxing ring</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">traffick boss’s journal, page 1:</div><div dir="auto">==</div><div dir="auto">when i would kill workers, it was satisfying and pleasant to me.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">my father who raped me over and over again would act this way after doing so.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">i can’t imagine … that it hurt so much to be raped that it seems like death is pleasure, somehow</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">i’m confused</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">it seems like satisfaction is hate</div><div dir="auto">and hate is love</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">i don’t understand</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">but maybe i do</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">i love my workers, and i hate them</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">this is how my father behaved with me</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">i want to kill more workers</div><div dir="auto">==</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">1551</div><div dir="auto">(now we want karl to be able to write a journal entry in trade for traffick boss’s please.)</div>