// This is the pessimistic end of the hypothetical American Revolution postcard
A bell rings. End of visiting hours.
Syme levels Dr. Caro with an unblinking stare. A stare filled with defiance. “So you write down in your notepad that this was the result of policies and systemic seeds planted and watered over the previous six decades. All I did was lead the harvest.
Dr. Caro closes their notebook, the front cover reads: ‘Prisoner 0x4329..29F3’
“Thanks for your time. Next time, I love to hear about the events that led up to you being jailed in 2034 for crimes against the state, and the failed revolution you led.”
Dr. Caro shuffles out of the cell as the door is locked in place.