When I wanted to go inside and poo I got kinda upset and decided to try to go in by myself but I got very confused. I told Becky I was just going to go in by myself and she said try it and see what happens.
I had been given some kind of drug by her and Rosy that caused a dysfunction in a specific part of my brain that allowed me to respond to instruction and behave in a dependent way but I couldn't act my age which was older than my size indicated.
I told the people at the orphan home that Becky and Rosy and been trying to make me say the Fatiha on the toilet and things like that and that I was older than I looked but when they tried to give me at test to determine my maturity level I couldn't understand it at all.
It always seems odd to me that shortly after that the "leader of all the muslims" bought me for liquidation and I was being sold for insisting on remaining muslim even though things started to crumble in my brain.
Out there in the scattered hard drives is information about groups based in muslim countries who take organs from children no questions asked. Heavy culling is my main problem with a lot of people but it persists because of these markets.
*children survive being sexually abused as long as they aren't sold for parts, even if they get diseases. If it slips down the priority list because of a thing children don't survive, there should be more emphasis on adult inclusion somewhere in the process, but sometimes a strong mafia can be better than a strong government especially when the government is severely self limiting*
