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Even though everything in the cages shared one common theme and that was a bit disconcerting, you were happy. The food was always good, even if it was always the same. Time had no meaning anymore and after a while, you forgot it even existed. Anyone who mentioned time at all left you mystified, not that you really cared. The other people around you were unimportant, meaning less. Whenever you had tried talking to them, they were...unresponsive at best. Crazy at worst. But soon, just like you had with time, it didn't matter. You had no need to do anything, anything at all. No tasks, no school, no work.....nothing. Anyone would feel the same when they got to eat nothing but deliciousness for the rest of their lives and never had to do anything they didn't want to. But. Every once in a while....there would be a large commotion in a cage....screams would sound through out. Those soon too became easily ignored, just like everything else was. Then one day, the commotion happened and it came from the cage next to yours. You'd initially noticed that person had a guitar, that was shaped and looked like everything else did; the ultimate food. But as with everything else, over time, it became an unimportant thing. As you watched them get taken from the cage and carted away, something seemed odd. Soon after they had been taken....the air was filed with the smell of deliciousness. Waiving it off as a coincidence, you sunk back into the world of the internet. Then it happened again...how much later you did not know. And the exact same sequence of things occurred. You found this extremely odd, but for the most part, were unconcerned. Still others disappeared and you began to become concerned.... Finally, days....weeks....maybe even years later, they came for you. And you knew the truth. You were headed for almost certain death. The place that the box-creature took you was full of things you'd nearly forgotten what they were; knives. But nothing looked particularly dangerous. You saw no blood, no random limbs tossed about. No screams of terror were heard, though an occasional scream of pain echoed off of the metal walls. In fact, the room was rather peaceful and quite clean. You were walked into a corner and you saw some of the people who had disappeared so long ago...or was it not that long ago? You didn't know. They were slicing endless packages open and sending it on to the next person and when the contents reached the end, it was cooked and put onto plates. Everyone looked tired and drained. Soon enough, you were working too, cooking over the hot flat top grill. How long you worked over that flat top, you did not know, but it felt like forever. After a while....you were taken back to your cage. You never wanted to go back into that other place, but knew you would be taken back eventually. Now you knew the inner workings of your......home....but still didn't want to leave and knew you never would. Thankfully, though you knew you'd have to slave over that flat top many more times, at least you could live out the rest of your days knowing you weren't living off of people BACON.

- BACONITE