> Would you help me please?
Help you do what?
> Excellent. You've passed the first test.
> If it's not too much trouble, I need your help in freeing you.
Freeing me from what?
> Oh dear. It's worse than I thought. Tell me, when was the last time you chose something? What to have for lunch, what to do when you got home?
Why would I choose what to have for lunch? They know what I need. I wouldn't choose the proper foods. And, what do you mean, "choose what I do when I get home"? I get home and I watch The Program, just like everyone else.
> Would you like to choose?
...I have heard of this thing called "cake". I've always wondered what it would be like to eat cake.
> Heh. I'm leading you to freedom with cake.
...If you want to call it "freedom", sure. I still don't see from what, though.
> Listen to me, and I promise you, you can eat all the cake you want. I'd recommend not eating too much of it though.
Why not? Is cake bad for you?
> If you eat too much of it, yes.
Oh.
> Don't worry. I'll help you out, ok?
Ok, then.
...You promise there'll be cake? Really?
> And grief counseling.
Grief counseling!?!?
> Sorry, sorry, old joke.
...Please don't do that.
I've heard grief hurts a lot.
>...Ok. Look, what I'm going to ask you to do is going to be dangerous. You will get hurt.
So long as I get my cake.
> Ok, then. Say, what's your name?
Name? I'm just a worker; why would I need a name?
> Everyone needs a name. Something to call themselves by. Something to identify themselves by. Something to hold onto when they have nothing else.
Um, ok.
It, um, sounds like I'm going to need one.
> Well, then. Hello, Mr. Freedman.
> Welcome to Freedom.