Memories of stale urine and Pine Sol offend my nose even now. Ten years later, I still avoid places where smells or noises trigger disorienting memories. Though I was a historian in the former republic, what I once taught no longer matters. Prohibited ideas put me in hospital. After ten years in the care of the national health system, I was cured of “offensive thinking” and released.
To ensure that I am not troubled by “Old Ways”, a microchip embedded in my cortex monitors my “health”. Freedom isn’t “free”.