Tom

Hey Brother,

It's me your brother I will not mention my actual name here. The scanning robots will pick up any spare details we leave around.

I hope this message finds you well, amidst the chaos and uncertainty of life's twists and turns. I am sorry I did not write after that last hurricane hit but things were hectic. I wanted to share some thoughts on the big decision I am wrestling with – whether to return to my old gig at Death Inc. or make a break for it and disappear to some deserted island paradise.

Here is the thing I think I can actually go back and get away with everything. If I do I can send you youth serum and you can come to America.

I will write back when I know what is happening.

Give Mom my best.

Hey Tom,

Are you out of your mind Tom they killed people at death corporation. So Choose the Path of Righteousness

I hope this letter reaches you in good health and with an open mind, because what I have to say is of utmost importance. I've been doing some soul-searching lately, and I can't shake this feeling that I need to reach out to you about your plans to return to work for Death Corporation.

Listen, I know we've had our differences in the past, but when it comes to matters of morality and righteousness, I can't stay silent. And trust me, Tom, going back to that evil company is the furthest thing from the path of righteousness.

Remember why you left in the first place? It wasn't just because of some petty office politics or a disagreement with your coworkers. No, it was because they were attacked and everyone that worked for death corporation was killed and for good reason. I mean, let's not beat around the bush here – Death Corporation is straight-up evil, plain and simple.

Speaking of which, let's talk about your other option – running away to some deserted island and living out your days in isolation. Trust me, I get the appeal of wanting to escape from it all, to leave behind the chaos and corruption of the world and find solace in solitude. But that's not the answer either, Tom. You can't run from your problems forever, and sooner or later, they'll catch up to you.

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Now, I know you've been struggling with your faith lately, but I urge you to reconsider your decision to return to Death Corporation. Think about what you're doing, Tom. Think about the kind of person you want to be, and the legacy you want to leave behind. Is it worth sacrificing your soul for a paycheck? Is it worth risking eternal damnation for the sake of temporary comfort and security? Sooner or later you will have to pay for what you have already done. How many people have you sent to their deaths?

I'm not saying this to scare you, Tom. I'm saying it because I love you, and I care about your spiritual well-being. If you go back to work for Death Corporation, you're not just putting your own soul in jeopardy – you're putting mine at risk too. I won't stand idly by and watch you throw your life away, and if it comes to it, I'll do whatever it takes to stop you, even if it means resorting to drastic measures.

So please, Tom, I beg of you, reconsider your decision. Repent for your past mistakes, seek forgiveness for your sins, and choose the path of righteousness over the path of darkness. Only then can you truly find peace and redemption in this life and the next.

With love and concern,

Garry

Tom

I looked at my brother Garry letters and then at Jenny who was sleeping on a sleeping bag on top of the loose soil I had used because the bricks in the abandoned building we were squatting were too uncomfortable to sleep on and began to think about things.

Jenny woke up and I smiled at her and explained what was going to happen.

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Alright, so here's the deal. I know what you're thinking – going back to work for Death Corporation sounds like a one-way ticket to the ninth circle of hell. And honestly, you're not wrong. But hear me out, 'cause this decision didn't come lightly.

First off, let's address the elephant in the room – Death Corporation's less-than-stellar reputation. I mean, we're talking about a company that makes the devil himself look like a boy scout. They are about to start picking up drug addicts off the streets and force them into these shady camps where they will be killed. It's sickening, I know.

But here's the thing – I want to live. And as much as I hate to admit it, Death Corporation pays better than any other gig I could land right now. So yeah, call me a sellout if you want, but a guy's gotta eat, right?

Plus, there's the whole "better the devil you know" mentality. I've been down this road before, survived the trenches of Death Corp, so to speak. I know how to navigate their twisted bureaucracy and dodge their morally bankrupt policies. And who knows, maybe I can even make a difference from the inside. Or I might try maybe.

So yeah, we are about to head into the lion's den, armed with nothing but my wits and a healthy dose of cynicism. Will it be easy? Hell no. Will it be worth it? Well if we are alive in five years then it will. So bring it on, World. I'm ready for whatever twisted games you've got up your sleeve."

Jenny laughed at me "Great you used a computer generated program to tell me what I wanted to hear didn't you?"

I sighed "I remember when that used to work you could use one in a bar to pick out your next target and bang suddenly you were at her place." Jenny looked me in my eyes "Do you have other options?" I nodded "Yes but the money is too good "