The punchline of the joke screams "Someone help us" "Every breath that has been exhaled and inhaled, every amount of blood shed must be regulated, there are no mistakes like us inventing perfection. Our uniform it can be stained with the blood of anger against the enemy, but it can also be shed with the blood of the enemy, recalling a mask of victory over our own flesh. We are victorious, a total sun, whose rays burn the enemy and illuminate the less fortunate. I know everything, this is my blessing, this is my curse, but follow me and I will make you perfect, all of us perfect too,” announced Sir Marshall like a megaphone and his words fall like atomic bombs and seep like poisonous gas, intoxicating the mind. He returned to the balcony door but seemed to disappear like a shadow that passed from sunset to night. In houses and in dreams thoughts can wander more freely in our hearts and minds. Sir Marshall, our leader, is an enigma. That's what I thought at first at least. Look at the calendar, today's date is the day of the parade, without numbers. During this Marshall stands in the center of the parade like a sun coming out of black clouds. At the end of the procession the people return in order like the marches of the procession itself. Masses of people get into their cars at the same time, open the doors at the same time, go down the streets at the same speed, and enter their spherical homes. But two people decided not to. The skies were muddy, but my best friend, the last heart I have in a world plagued by untimely death, Red101, and I Black5 decided to go to a bar... middle of paper... and with laughter . And I sighed in another successful act of duplicity. And I thought about Nero. I know what he felt deep down. The desperation, the resentment, the agony of going mad. I bet deep down he was thinking what most people think here in this dystopia of unforgiving rules. When they reach their death they would think, "The punchline of the joke is to scream 'Someone help us.'" I looked at that crowd again. I took my sheet of paper and crumpled it up. I don't want it. No. I looked at myself at the mirror and I saw so many faces that I couldn't find the one I saw as my own. I wanted to see my own again. Before the mass death. These people don't need it after everything that happened. So I came back among that crowd and I decided to make a change in myself, in this country and for these people. You decide if it worked.