After three really bad days of working there, my urge for leaving this god awful planet grew even more. But I couldn't leave just like that, I needed a plan. A solid plan. "Alright people! Wake up! It's work time!", our 'warden' yelled and I 'woke up'. Well, I didn't sleep in the first place, partly because of my cellmate's snoring, but mostly because I was thinking. I knew it was almost impossible, but atleast I had a path, a goal, I couldn't say that about most of the people there. They had no goals in life, they ate, worked and when they became really old or physically unable to work, they were killed. I didn't want to end up like them, so I had to make a plan and get the hell out of here. I got up and my roommate was still sleeping. I didn't want him to get whipped and scream in pain all night, that's bad for my sleep, so I woke him up. Even though we were in the same cell, we didn't talk a lot. Well, he tried talk...