”The computer graphics faded away to show a real suit of armor underneath.“I’ve got to admit, Helen,” Susan whispered. “When you said we wer... going to watch a video, I thought you mean the other one.”“Shh,” Helen snickered. “That one’s on the drive, too. You remember the deal.”“What you are about to see ... or, should I say, NOT see ... is the future of modern warfare.”“Ain’t ‘at what they say at the beginnin’ of every movie where technology fucks up an’ starts killin’ everyone?” He faked a. Oh God,it burns, pleaseeee...but Ahmed and Samir left the chamber. 3. The hours passed withan agonizing slowlyness. I couldn?t stand on my feet so I was hanging from thechains. When wrists hurt too much I stood up a bit but I collapsed again. Thepain in my ass did not ease a bit. I felt that the salt eat itself into myskin. It was constantly burning feeling. There was no escape from it. Iwimpled, squirmed, shook my body to get rid of the pain but it was useless. When three hourspassed Ahmed. Spazzes. Weirdos. Kids with fucked up haircuts, kids who wore out of fashion clothes, shopped at Goodwill stores and changed clothes when our clothes somehow became in fashion.We were fags.We read tattered secondhand sci-fi books, horror books by Stephen King, and we wrote shitty poetry, graffitied dicks and balls, tags, band names and haikus on bathroom stalls and played in shitty basement bands full of out-of-tune, distorted guitars, off-tempo drumming and shrieking tone deaf vocals; our punk. . after changing I heard her whisper in my ear “kneel face the bookcase” this I did not sure what to do. What to do all I could think of was to comply it was something I had desired for some years and at the age of 56 it seemed to be happening.Blindfolded I was told to turn around but not to stand to keep kneeling. I could smell this woman in front of me a hand pressed my head to the floor and her shoes, “this will be the way you greet me in future” she said in a low whisper. Her breath.