Letter to the Editor
Spread Awareness

Hey. We all put people in boxes, right? Well, look at the box they've put me into. Me and my boy. Let me tell you what it's like out here. We might as well be pigs. Why? That's how we're living. We're living like pigs. We're living in squalor. Eating like pigs. Eating the recycled swill they call food. We're treated like pigs, herded like pigs, penned like pigs. And they say there's going to be an attack. So I guess then we finish it off and get slaughtered like pigs, right?

They don't care about us out here. They're only keeping us alive because it would be bad PR not to. Besides that, they're not doing anything else. Just the bare minimum. And that includes space. Hey. Take a nice deep breath. Can you feel that? Let me tell you what it's like for me. Climb into bed. Pull the covers over your head, over your whole body. Stay there for awhile. And imagine that 24/7, and you're not far off. Well, apart from the smell. It's kind of like sweaty socks. So take your socks off and put them in front of your face while you're at it. Oh, and the best part? Whenever you see any of those clowns from the GTA in here, they're wearing their suits. Nice, clean air for them. Tinted visors so you can't even see who you're talking to. Talk about impersonal, and it's nothing but curt orders, come to tell us what to do, come to herd the pigs around.

And then there's the Vasudans. Hey, I got nothing against Vasudans. But they got something against me. And we're the only humans in this particular crate, me and my son. I don't think it's them, though. It's this place. How can you have any tolerance when there's more than enough to be pissed off about without having to deal with the aliens in your midst. Not exactly a good environment for inter-species relations to blossom, eh? They haven't done anything to us, but you can tell all the time that you're not welcome, you can feel the hostility. They keep their translators off and talk in their own tongue. We're just one more annoyance to them. We're all alone out here.

So this is the New Beginning we were promised eh? Welcome to the Space Age. More like the Dark Age, because that's what it's like out here. That's reality. Four metal walls, just living out our lives. Locked inside a cold metal pen.
