The assassin has overcome my last defense, And now he's come to murder me.
In the end, what separates a man from a slave. Money? Power? No, a man chooses, a slave obeys. You think you have memories. A farm, a family, the airplane, the crash, and then this place.
Was there really a family?
Did that airplane crash? Or was it hijacked, forced down by something less than a man. Something bred to sleepwalk through life, until activated by a simple phrase spoken by their kindly master.
Was a man sent to kill? Or a slave? A man chooses, a slave obeys.
Stop. Would you kindly?
Would you kindly? A powerful phrase. A familiar phrase?
Sit. Would you kindly? Stand. Would you kindly? Would You Kindly run?
Stop! A man chooses, a slave obeys.