They came in the middle of the night as the secret police often do. In just minutes, Michael was taken from his bed to a waiting car and whisked away to an unknown destination.
After about two hours in a dark cell, an armed guard escorted Michael to an unadorned office. Some sort of commander sat behind a desk and he motioned for Michael to sit.
"Do you know why you are here?" the commander asked. "Maybe you should tell me." Michael replied. The commander gathered together a sheaf of papers and dumped them on the desk in front of Michael.
"Are those your writings?" The Commander asked. Michael looked at the papers. Apparently they had gathered together all of his internet posts for the last several years. Michael nodded.
The Commander shook his head. "You probably think we are monsters, but we are actually very tolerant. We let you post pro-Bill of Rights crap for years, but lately you have developed a following and now that must end." The Commander said.
"What is going to happen to me?" Michael asked the Commander. The man behind the desk smiled. "You are going to make an emergency visit to a very ill old friend. Eventually, we will put out the story that the visit became a permanent move."
In the next few weeks, Michael's car was disposed of and his house was put up for sale. His employer was sad to see him go, but his position was filled within a week.
A few people thought Michael's sudden move was odd, but even those questions stopped after a few weeks.
After about two hours in a dark cell, an armed guard escorted Michael to an unadorned office. Some sort of commander sat behind a desk and he motioned for Michael to sit.
"Do you know why you are here?" the commander asked. "Maybe you should tell me." Michael replied. The commander gathered together a sheaf of papers and dumped them on the desk in front of Michael.
"Are those your writings?" The Commander asked. Michael looked at the papers. Apparently they had gathered together all of his internet posts for the last several years. Michael nodded.
The Commander shook his head. "You probably think we are monsters, but we are actually very tolerant. We let you post pro-Bill of Rights crap for years, but lately you have developed a following and now that must end." The Commander said.
"What is going to happen to me?" Michael asked the Commander. The man behind the desk smiled. "You are going to make an emergency visit to a very ill old friend. Eventually, we will put out the story that the visit became a permanent move."
In the next few weeks, Michael's car was disposed of and his house was put up for sale. His employer was sad to see him go, but his position was filled within a week.
A few people thought Michael's sudden move was odd, but even those questions stopped after a few weeks.
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