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They were men on a mission. Six young men determined to get their freedom. Each of them carried a heavy backpack, and had a device held tightly in their fists. Their eyes looked far out into the horizon and their faces were devoid of emotion. It was hard to tell whether it was the look of focus or that of cold remorseless rage.
Duke led his men into the elevator. After having scaled 12 stories, he walked them out to the reception area. He then signaled them to follow him as he walked briskly towards the reception table.
Without a word of greeting, he said to the receptionist, "We wanna meet the Master."
The young lady fumbled for words, "Erm...well...the Master said he shouldn't be disturbed. He's in the middle of a..."
"We demand a meeting with him right now!!!" the six men barked out in unison.
She quickly picked up her phone and punched a digit. "Master, Duke and his team seek to meet you." Clumsily dropping the receiver, she informed them, "You may go in."
The band of six marched in, with Duke walking right in front of them, towards the Master's cabin. Having reached the door, Duke simply pushed it open, without caring to knock.
Inside, they saw the Master sitting with his feet resting on top of the table. His arms were folded behind his head. He was wearing dark sunglasses.
"Well, well. If it isn't my dear Duke and his team of five", the Master said. "Welcome my boys. Dawn says you were desperate to meet me. You shouldn't have scared the poor girl the way you did. She's such a sweet young lady."
"We don't care if she's sweet or tangy. We just came to return these." He pulled off his backpack and dropped it on the Master's table. Ditto with the device that was lodged in his fist. The five aped their leader.
"Not done boys. Just a few months ago, when I gave these to you, you were jumping with joy. What's wrong with these?" the Master enquired.
"We didn't know we'd be parting with our freedom. We've become slaves to these devices. Take these back and give us something else" said Duke. The others nodded in agreement.
The Master swore under his breath. "Very well then. Have these instead." He opened his drawer and pulled out six boxes.
At first quite hesitant to even look at the boxes, Duke and his team jumped like little kids as soon as they found out what they contained.
"Thank you Master." said Duke on behalf of his boys. "We misunderstood you. You have been kind and generous. Sorry for being rude."
"It's okay my boys. Now go out and enjoy yourselves."
After they had left the building, Dawn rushed in. "You okay Master?"
Looking at the pile of devices on his table, she asked, "They've returned their laptops and cellphones? What do we do with these?"
"Give them to the newbies. They'll love them...for a few months at least” he sniggered.
“And what about Duke and his team? Aren’t they gonna work?”
“Relax” said the Master. “I’ve given them Blackberrys.” And he burst out in a sinister laugh that echoed through the building.
We're slaves to devices...even if they're free.