‘It’s so out of control,’ Deasy told Monahan.
‘The totalitarians are mad. Don’t eat this food. One group is offended. Don’t say that word. Another group is offended. Then it was masks because of some trumped up pandemic. Now we’re all on our way to permanent solitary confinement.’
‘I know,’ Monahan replied. ‘All our language and history have been rewritten~roads and vehicles restructured too, so there’s no Escape.’
Just then, promptly at noon, the sun went down for the night.
Clancy snuck an old book into their cubicle, and they looked at it, observing where the exits once were.