![]() ![]() ![]() Why does he gladly help others gain their freedom? He smiles a little to himself, takes his sign, and runs toward the nearest one. He finds a whole field of gray cells, still enclosed, each with an occupant. Somewhere far away, someone yells, "Freedom!" The man runs toward it. He steps through, free from his cell, into the outdoors. And last, he tears some tarnished wallpaper from the wall, reaches into the hole in the floor, and stretches the image of a beautiful outdoor scene over the wall. He lowers the dim light and finds pure light to shine in his cell. He gets rid of the carpet in his cell and lays down fresh grass instead. He reaches down, turning from gray to color. The man tears up the carpet and finds a hatch. A hand shoots through the slot, grabs the sign from him, turns the arrow downward, and hands it back to the man. It’s pointed on one end and reads: Freedom. Out of nowhere, he hears, "Freedom!" and a sign is shoved through a slit in the wall. A man huddles in the gray of a window-less, door-less cube. ![]()
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