Racing against time, she pressed down upon the gas pedal more firmly. Coaxing the old pick-up truck around the curves and bends in the road at what her father would call, break neck speed. Gusts of wind had knocked down branches and trees across the road. So far the downed trees had been small enough to simply drive over, jerking her back and forth, straining against the seat belt.
Peering into the rear view mirror, she could see the lights gaining on her. She could feel them trying to overcome her independence. They were trying to probe her mind and control her without even being in proximity. “Fools!” she spat out the word as she rounded a curve on two wheels.
Knowing full well the turmoil she would cause, she escaped her captors. Unwillingly, she had left others behind. Others she fully planned to go back for, once she had figured out how.
Mind control. There was no need for them to chain anyone. There was no need for them to discipline anyone, they simply controlled your thoughts. Oh, they said it wasn’t control. They said they could only foster a thought process. Instill a certain pattern and our brains willingly followed. They said, from the time we are very young, we, the lazy humans would much rather be told what to think and how to behave rather than make those tough decisions on our own.
It had taken years to figure it out. But, that knowledge was the key to her escape. Learning to block their suggestions! Learning to think for herself! Learning to made decisions on her own! Initially, these had been very nearly intoxicating. Initially, she was nearly found out on many occasion. Initially, she had been giddy with the new-found self awareness.
Escape had been relatively easy once she mastered the “turn about”. Instilling a suggestion into her guard’s mind had been as simple as the old woman was. She was just an old woman doing a job to get by in life. No point in hurting anyone, that would only make her as bad a person as her captors. No reason to start out her new life with a “bad omen”.
The lights were getting closer, but so was the town she was heading for. Expletives burst from her. She shouted at the heavens. Then calmed, quieted, and began the tiresome act of transmitting to her pursuers. Slowing, merging into traffic, she disappeared.