The Dismemberment
of Anthony Cadish,
Pt. 1
The anthropolodic ant-frog of Kosyanthoia knocked at my door, begging for forgiveness which I would not grant him that night. Ruined my day, he did. He may give out apologies like cheap bouquets of bright flowers, but he does not dole out lost minutes, lost hours… lost days.
I will save my anger for another, one Anthony Cadish, the stubborn miner from Santaniago who once drugged me and sold my body to the Association of Bodily Collections. I escaped by ripping the metal breathing tube from the lid of the jar and using it to break the glass. I finally succeeded after about ten minutes and without being found out by the security guards. I climbed through an air vent which then became a labyrinth of even more endless silver tunnels. I decided to go against the flow of the air, thinking that it would eventually lead me to the main generator which was probably located on the outside of the building. My guess was correct, and despite a cut on my hand from forging an opening in a part of the metal tunnel that was outside of the building, I was unharmed.