TEST. Dystopia.

An indifferent voice behind you says... I'm betting on Guy Fawkes.

This is the end. Your answers have led you to the nearest chemical warehouse in the shortest possible time. See that wall? The brick one, worn, covered in cracks and strange-looking stains? Look closely, because this is the last thing you'll see. People like you are an obstacle to any social order. Incorrigible rebels, revolutionaries of all stripes, freedom fighters, and popular heroes... small pebbles in the gears. Unfortunately, it's too dangerous to leave you alive – because it's from people like you that R.P. McMurphy, V, Prestons, Foxes, and Till Eulenspiegel emerge. You are capable of destroying everything that has been created through titanic effort and hundreds of sacrifices. Oh yes, you definitely have that insatiable rebellious streak, which ultimately led you here. You believe in nothing, you trust no one, you subject everything to a barrage of criticism, and you stubbornly remain silent even during third-level interrogations. You don't betray your friends or give up your accomplices, even if it would make their lives easier or their deaths less painful. Who do you think you are? A messiah, a prophet, a fighter for justice? People like you always lack patience and understanding of the course of events. If you were released, you would tear down any of the existing worlds, sacrificing thousands of lives on the altar of your revolution, including your own. But you still haven't understood that people don't want freedom; they don't know what to do with it, and the moment you leave them, the light at the end of the tunnel will blind them. And kill them. Therefore, we will be forced to kill you. Don't resist; it won't do any good. There are more of us anyway, and your comrades are not here. We either caught them earlier, or we will catch them later. If this offers you any comfort, you certainly deserve respect. Therefore, we will not blindfold you. Get ready. Aim. Fire.

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I knew it) A positive test, despite the theme.
It's a pity I couldn't bring my guitar... I had to bring a book instead.