==> Kassim: Preach
He woke up just as he had any other day. He looked at his surroundings and scowled. How he loathed this place and its constructs. Though, at least here he had a cause to fight for, at least he could preach to help the desolate souls of the complex.
Kassim got up out of his recupperacoon. He toweled the slime off of himself and got dressed. He had things to do and places to be. The complex be damned if it was not going to let him at least preach to fellow souls who were held captive and forced into inhumane situations.
The Cancer set out for the communal cells. He knew that the A.I. might be getting wise to what he was doing every night but he was not about to let that stop him. He was not scared, and never would be scared, of her. The only thing that would make him waver in his resolve would be death. Besides, he had been made a master and he fully intended to use that privilege to help others as much as he possibly could.
He finally reached the communal cells and he scowled as a drone unlocked the nearest cell door. Kassim ducked inside and stood upright in front of the many trolls within the cell. Some were weeping, a few were openly getting off but almost all of them had open sores around their wrists from pulling at their restraints. That reminded him of the restraints he had been shackled with all those sweeps ago when his rage had burned brighter than his blood. Now his rage lay in the pit of his stomach, ready to leap out of his throat, and it did. It leapt out through his words.
“This place is fucking appalling. These cells and this complex. But the worst part is that all of you just sit here and fill buckets.”
Kassim pointed to one of the trolls who was jerking off, “Look at you compliantly filling a bucket like it is fucking nothing. There was a time when that was done in private, there was a time when that was done between loved ones or hate mates rather than for fucking digital money.” He threw his arms up. “But look at you. Shoved into compliance by fear.”
He noted that he had gained all the troll's attention and he added more fire to his spit. “Fear is what fucking drives this sex factory. This fucking facsimile of the real world and real life.” He drew closer to the trolls and asked, “Do any of you even remember what it is like on the outside? Where you could run for miles and never reach a fence, where you could love a troll and not have to worry about filling buckets daily. That is what I want. That is the future I want for all of you.”
“Every single fucking one of you deserves that future and I fully intend to serve it to all of you on a silver fucking platter one day. I fully intend to free you and deliver you from this place, this pile of manure that should not ever get a single sentence in a history tome.” Kassim’s hands fell back down to his sides, his rage dispelled for the moment. The communal cells made him sick to his stomach. Just the idea that trolls were being held under such conditions made him want to vomit out of sheer anger. Not to mention the fact he could barely do more than preach to them. It made him loath his position of power almost as much as he loathed the complex itself.
Some the trolls cried openly now and others had stopped crying. The candy red troll merely stood there and to as balm to the troll’s nerves said in an even tone, “All will be righted and all shall be as it should. Justice will come, not swiftly, but it will come-I promise you that.” He went and kissed the head of the troll who he had singled out before for she was now crying. He then took a step back from her and with that Kassim was on his way.
After all, that was merely one of many cells he had to cover that day.
