We were somewhat hungrily peppering a "living book" with questions.
One of us whipped a Bible out of a handbag, couldn't decide what to open it to and espouse, started to hyperventilate, and was dragged by friends to a taxi with a driver saying in a thick accent, only to dee airport.
"I'm just saying. Not an expert. BUT JESUS was confident enough in his own belief system to at least listen to the living books."
The tour guide had dumped the safety purse contents on the seat. Passports and boarding passes and tickets and mints.
"I will tell you about the city when we are back home."
"Pointless."
"Pointless?"
"How would I know you're not just as big of a liar as everybody else?"
No answer.
It wasn't long before we were redeposited with our Academic Advisors. And seemed pretty quick to the time when we were, like everyone on the planet, being matched up to dots on military surveillance, numbers on paperwork, chip readers for meal points, labeled as haves and have nots as marketable consumers, being told there's no, there's no, there's a no, there's not, and just NO.
It took only a little while for people to piece together "story" and a quiet shock took hold of personality when a room full of skeptics and will never believe YOUs had truth uncovered. A "living book" had been dragged bodily, beaten, and wound up in a suicide vest.
From objectifying humans to weaponizing humans.
It would take people a long time to re-humanize.
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