Super Trick or Treat System

When the family committee questioned us, we looked at the committee’s faces, but these faces had no curiosity, no anger, and no pity. Therefore, when the oldest of them asked us: "Where have you been?" We thought of glass boxes and lights, but forgot everything else. We answer:

"We won't tell you."

The oldest did not question us further. They turned to the youngest two and said that their voices were boring:

"Send our brothers equal 7-2521 to correctional detention center. Flog them until they tell."

Therefore, we were taken to the stone chamber under the correctional facility. This room has no windows, except for the iron pillars. The two men stood naked by the guard box, but with leather aprons and headscarves on their faces. Those who brought us left, leaving us to the two judges standing in the corner of the room. The judge was a thin, thin man, gray and crooked. They sent a signal to two strong masked men.

They tore our clothes from us, fell us on our knees, and tied our hands to iron posts. The first blow of the eyelashes feels like our spine is split in two. The second blow stopped the first blow, and after a second, we felt nothing, then the pain touched our throat, and the fire was flowing empty in our lungs. But we did not cry.

The eyelashes are blowing like a song. We tried to calculate the blow, but we did not. We know that the blow falls on our backs. Only we can no longer feel anything. A burning grill was constantly dancing in front of our eyes, except for that grill, a grill, and a red square grill, we thought of nothing, and then we knew that we were looking at the square of the iron grill on the door. The stone squares on the wall, and the squares cut by the eyelashes on our back, cross and recross in our flesh.

Then we saw the fist in front of us. It slapped our chin, and we saw red foam on our withered fingers. The judge asked:

"where have you been?"

But we shook our heads, covered our faces with tied hands, and bit our lips.

The eyelashes blow again. We want to know who is sprinkling burning coal dust on the floor, because we see red water droplets on the surrounding rocks.

Then we knew nothing, even though we knew they spoke at a long interval, the two voices kept roaring, roaring one after another:

"Where have you been? Where have you been? Where have you been?..."

Our lips moved, but the sound dripped into our throat, the only sound was:

"Light...light...light..."

Then we know nothing.

We opened our eyes and lay on our stomachs on the brick wall of the compartment. We watched the two hands far in front of us put them on the bricks, we moved them, and we knew they were our hands. But we cannot move our bodies. Then we smiled because we thought of light, and we did not betray it.

We lay in the cell for many days. The door was opened twice a day, once to the man who brought us bread and water, and once to the judge. Many judges came to our cell, first the most despicable judge, and then the most respected city judge. They stood in front of us in white robes and they asked:

"Are you ready to speak?"

But we shook our heads and lay in front of them. They left.

As time goes by, we count every day. Then, tonight, we knew we had to escape. The World Council of Scholars will meet in our city tomorrow.

It is easy to escape from correctional detention. The lock on the door is old and has no guards. There is no reason to have guards, because people have never despised the Council to the extent that they fled wherever they were ordered. Our body is healthy and our strength is quickly restored. We slammed into the door, and the door stepped open. We sneaked through the dark passage, through the dark street, and then entered our tunnel.

We lit the candles and found that we had not found our place or touched anything. When we left, our glass box stood in front of us in front of the cold oven. No matter what happened to them now, the scars on our backs!

Tomorrow, on a sunny day, we will take our boxes, leave our tunnel, and then cross the street to reach the scholar's house. We will put the greatest gift to people before them. We will tell them the truth. As a confession, we will hand over these written content to them. We will go hand in hand with them, and we will work with the power of the sky for the glory of mankind. Our brother, we bless you! Tomorrow, you will bring us back to your own vision, and we will no longer be a wanderer. Tomorrow we will be one of you again. tomorrow...

Part Seven

It's dark here in the forest. The leaves rustled on our heads, black against the last gold of the sky. The moss is soft and warm. We will sleep many nights on this moss until the wild beasts in the forest tear our bodies. We have no beds now, to save the moss, no future, to save the beasts.

We are old now, but this morning we were still very young when we took the glass box through the streets of the city to reach the scholar's house. No one stopped us, because no one entered the correctional detention center and the others knew nothing. No one stopped us at the gate. We walked through the empty corridor and walked into the hall where the World Council of Scholars held a solemn meeting.

When we entered, we saw nothing but kept the sky in the big windows, blue and glowing. Then we saw the scholars sitting at the long table. They are like invisible clouds rising in the sky. We know the names of some people, and some people come from far away places. We can't even hear their names. We saw twenty outstanding figures who invented candles hanging a great painting on the wall above them.

When we entered, all the heads of the Council turned to us. These great and smart people on earth don't know what to think of us, they look at us in surprise, as if we are a miracle. Indeed, our coat was torn and stained with brown blood. We raised our right arm and we said:

"Our greetings to you, our distinguished brothers of the World Council of Scholars!"

Then 0-0009, the oldest and wisest group of the council, gave a speech and asked:

"Who are you, our brother? Because you don't look like a scholar."

"Our name is 7-2521," we replied, "we are the scavengers of this city."

As if the strong wind blew the hall, because all the scholars spoke at once, they felt angry and scared.

"Street sweeper! The street sweeper entered the World Council of Scholars! This is untrustworthy! This violates all rules and all laws!"

But we know how to stop them.

"Our brothers!" we said. "We don’t matter, and our transgressions don’t matter. Only our brothers matter. Don’t think about us, because we are nothing, but listen to us, because we bring you something that has never been brought to humanity. Gifts. Listen to us, because we have the future of mankind."

Then they listened.

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