The puppet string seems to be getting tighter and tighter. The show is in progress and I am mute. Why am I not rebelling? Why am I not wanting to rear my great back up, spread out my scaly wings and smell the burst of fresh air that hits my nostrils and makes me flinch? Why does this endless game seem to draw me in? What does it have in store for me? Countless heartbeats of waiting and carrying out orders… does it even matter in the end??