User blog comment:Grand's Story Time/The Champions of Terra/@comment-28898344-20151129015327/@comment-28898344-20151129042200

Matthew watched as the police officers bludgeoned the poor boy over and over again with stoic face. However, beneathe the facade, a righteous fury was building within him, nutured by his contempt for those who perverted the law. How he gleefuly imagined gruesome scenarios for each of their deaths...But he didn't have time to entertain such ideas. He had a transportation ship to catch. He disentangled himself from the crowd of cheering onlookers and made his way to the terminal.

After waiting in line at the terminal for several minutes, he was finally aboard. And to his dismay, he was not flying first class, as he had hoped. "Damn this company. They want me to meet potential investors and they don't even give me first class accomodations..." he thought to himself.

His room could hardly be called such. It lacked doors, which made the possibility of being robbed high, and it was connected to a network of doorways leading to other rooms. And the "entertainment" was gratuitous pornography and violence, as usual. "Their methods at keeping the lower classes are a thing of social engineering genius. Ostracize the lower classes, reinforce this ostracization through a social darwinistic model, propagandize rebellion as uncivilized, brainwash the lower classes into drones by limiting their television options to aforementioened propaganda; smut; or violence, and sit back and enjoy. Marvelous. And despicable." 

Upon further inspection, he noticed....