Hello?
Hi, this is your conscience. I'm tired of being silenced and need to speak out.
Is this some kind of practical joke?
No, we used to be best friends but you stopped listening to me.
Well, maybe you were whispering and I couldn't hear you over the din of my desires.
You heard me alright, but the moment you started making excuses for your silly choices, you forced my silence. See, I'm an abstract being and unlike you humans, I don't raise my voice when I don't get my way. I leave.
Why are you back?
Because you're starting to realize how you've hurt innocent people. Maybe you'll even give up your old ways and start living an honest life.
I'm not sorry anymore. This is all your fault. You're my conscience, you were supposed to prick me when I made bad choices. Why did you desert me when things got rough? You're just an unfaithful, self-righteous, pompous feeling that I don't miss the least bit. Why did you allow me to get into this mess?
[Silence]
Come back, I just need someone to talk to, someone to tell me when I'm doing the wrong thing. I promise to listen to you now and heed your advice. You can't leave me alone now!
[Quiet. Lights out.]
The inmate was left to consider the consequences of his actions in his 10x8 cell. The freedom of the outside world forcibly taken away from him and blocked by steel bars and concrete walls. The freedom to act on his whims without hesitating, even if it hurt others - no one could take that away from him, except himself.
