PG-13

I called Anas to tell him I was doing okay because everyone was losing their job and losing their home. I told him at least I wasn’t homeless, but when I said that it turned out that I lived in a Winnebago on top of a tall building in a dirty, futuristic, nearly sunless Chicago. There were other people living in their cars on top of that building as well.

Suddenly I was watching a woman have a job interview aboard a really dark and scary spacecraft. A man that looked like Captain Picard ( but wasn’t him) was interviewing her. She was telling him how great she would be at studying a population and helping devise a strategy to capitalize on it. The Captain Picard guy kept saying that they simply did not have the budget to hire her. She kept insisting. He finally said she could have the job.

The woman was then led to a chamber where she was told to wait for further instructions. She was on a platform with a giant wooden spool which she was suddenly chained to, and behind her was a wall of televisions. The televisions were on, but there was no sound and the picture was not discernable. There was a man chained to the other side of the spool.

The spool began to spin around, forcing the man and the woman to walk with it. The spool moved faster and faster, until they were running. Then it went so fast that it was impossible to run with it, so it dragged them around in a circle, pulling their skin off and breaking their bones as their bodies dragged and bounced across the floor. There was a crowd cheering as this happened, and the man and woman’s blood were spattered across their faces. It was understood that they were both sentenced to death for being troublesome.

I looked away because it was so disturbing to watch, and I did not want to see it. There was a still image of what was happening in the direction I looked. In the bottom right-hand corner, the rating “PG” was superimposed, but I thought to myself that this whole thing was at least PG-13.