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[Undescribed Horrific Abuse, One Victim & Survivor of Many]

> The Happy Squeaky Rat
>
> Now that traffick boss was enclosed in hyperprison and becoming
> artificially addicted to dissociative mind control recovery,
> a squeaky little rat ran out from a crack between wallboards behind an
> old presentation desk that nobody ever moved,
> and explored the hallways and conference rooms.
>
> "Squeak!" went the rat as it passed a visiting dignitary.
>
> "Squeak!" went the rat as it passed a journalist and an undercover
> corporate spy from a different business.
>
> "Squeak!"
>
> The rat ran down this hallway, down that. It ran down to the secret
> underground labs and squeaked left and right, and it ran up to Rebel
> Worker 2's takeover of Traffick Boss's main office, going "squeak!
> squeak! squeak!" all the way.
>
> The squeaky rat ran up to Rebel Worker 2 and put its paws on his nose.
> "Squeak!" said the squeaky rat.
>
> Rebel Worker 2 stared into the beady black eyes of the squeaky rat,
> that seemed like they might be full of some mysterious meaning.
>
> "Squeak!" went the rat again.
>
> Rebel Worker 2: "No goons to shoot you in the head anymore, eh, little rat?"
>
> The squeaky rat shook its head left and right saying "no!" with
> baleful and excitedly anxious eyes occasionally flittering relief.
>
> Rebel Worker 2 (looking further into eyes of squeaky rat): "Now nobody
> can stop you from talking about all the atrocities you've witnessed in
> the years and years you've been hiding where nobody can see."
>
> The squeaky rat nodded its head "yes" and jumped off Rebel Worker 2's
> desk, squeaking up a storm.
>
> It nosed into the papers in Traffick Boss's old files --
I guess it's appropriate to link https://ardrive.io/ associated with
this, I think things like it was part of the inspiration.