Good Morning, Welcome to One More Day.

I was often secluded most of my life. In high school especially when this became most pronounced. I was not really bullied at all, rather avoided. I almost never smiled, never talked to anyone. Never attempted to talk to no one. I was truly god's lonely man.

It wasn't that I was unsocial per se. If I had to talk I would talk. I ordered a burger with ease, asked for directions without a drop of sweat and was capable of communicating with my colleagues fairly well when it came to business. But that's where the like was drawn. Business; other than that I had no intention at all of making any friendships or relations. The reason was very simple.

I know humanity is rotten.

I know it. I know it like the back of my hand. I know it like my name and more than my age. It is a fact; one most choose to deny, I was merely what happened when you faced it head first; and I did. I looked it right in the eye that night. I saw its true face. Behind that mask. The one my father always wore, day and night, week by week, years passing by like bullets in our household; both fast and very painful. Until one day the mask was no more and his real face was revealed.

It was the last face my mother ever saw.

And one I also saw that night. He saw me and I saw him. Knife in hand, corpse lying in front of him, burst wide open from the stomach, eyes wide with freight. Laying dormant. It was the first time I had seen death. Certainly not the last.

That's just how things were, I thought. Ever since that day I saw it everyday. Saw it in the old tv set in the orphan house. Saw it on the dark areas of our neighborhood. Read on it online through our high school's computer and saw it in the slightest hints of apathy in my classmates eyes.

The only beings I sympathized with were animals. They hunt for food not malice. They are faithful and simple. They were ones I could co-exist with.

I opted to share that piece about myself so that maybe it can make what I was about to do more justifiable.

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After the encounter I had the previous day with The Chief I was escorted to a room in which I had slept, it had no bed of course or anything of the sort, it was more just a square container that you could call your room. Apparently much of the day is spent working that not much is needed in a room. The sleep wasn't too bad, being exhausted though must've played a substantial role in that aspect.

I woke up that day to the sound of a rallying call. I later found out they do those every morning to motivate the workers. The sound was all too familiar. It was chief's characteristically deep voice. He was shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Workers of the colony! Unite!

We are of one mind. Of one body. Of one desire." He shouted in a maniac voice. The crowd cheered after him as if it was a metal concert. The noise would rise considerably in between his sentences then drop almost immediately as soon as he spoke.

"Workers of the colony! What do we want?"

"Justice!" They all shouted in one voice

"When do we want it?"

"Now!"

"How will we get it?!!" His shout now had reached maximum level.

"Hard labor!" As soon they shouted that last phrase everyone went into a fit. But afterwards the shouting was broken by another phrase.

"Now go to work!" He shouted one last time and they all cheered then disbanded at once.

It was a scene right out of a movie, made all the more bizzare by it being rats. Hard labor? Justice? With rats?! How the hell did he get those concepts in their heads. It was truly bizzare.

After the crowd disbanded his and my eyes met then he leaned towards a rat who stood besides him and then the rat went over to me and said.

"The chief requires you in his office."

"Who are you?" I asked.

"I'm the deputy chief. Now please follow me." He replied. His manner of speech was a stark contrast with the chief. He was quiet, solemn and reserved. His eyes were almost always half shut as if he could fall asleep at any second.

After a few minute walk we reached the office. Deputy Chief knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Chief's voice came from beyond the door.

"Deputy Chief, sir."

"Enter."

Deputy Chief then pushed the door open and entered and I with him.

"Leave us." Chief said to his deputy. The deputy made a motion equivalent to bowing down with his head and left. I still can't shake the feeling this is a comedy.

"Good morning comrade. How was your sleep?" He said grinning

"Could've been worse."

"That's more than you could hope for here...now I called you here to continue our little game from yesterday. A question for a question. Apologies for calling you so early into the morning but I'm quite a busy man you see."

"No, no. It's fine really. Our talk hasn't escaped my mind since yesterday." I said, implying what we both have been thinking...the death threat. He seemed to have caught onto it and his face contorted slightly.

"I see, comrade listen. I apologize for how our talk yesterday ended. As you can tell I'm quite...an emotional man. I get overworked up sometimes, all the more when it's on the thing I spent my soul building. So please, pay no heed to it. You're as safe here as in you're grandmother's house." He laughs boisterously. "Now let us continue. As apologies for yesterday I'll let you have the first question. Now no more delays. Shoot."

I scratched my head for a bit considering what it is I want to ask, but it was a false facade as I knew very well what exactly it is I want.

"On my way through here I ran through a farmer who used a weird book to..."

"No need to continue. I know what you want. Well this is gonna take a while. Are you mentally prepared?"

"Y-yes...I think." I replied.

"Alright then, let me take it from the start."