Consciousness Cannot be Returned

The King and His Slaves

The characters sat in a room, not a comfortable room, not a bright room, just a room. Gazing upon the quivering ant of a man before them, they had a choice to make, and they would, depending on what he said. The man's wavering voice echoed weakly through the room. He said "I have no food, I have no money, nor a place to live, and I ask you, why try to make me live?". They pondered for a second, and in unison declared that the man had a right to live, and not a duty, it was his choice to die or not. They did decide however that something could be gained from this man.
And that's how Prosperity met his next "servant"
    Prosperity couldn't help himself, grinning and playfully masquerading as  a man of character, he kept a few slaves in his house, he fed them a wonderful slop of nutritious nothing. They cleaned his house until it was a spotless fountain of golden water, flowing to the brim, draining, slightly, a wonderful noise. They worked until they were scarred and covered in ash, teared eyes and torn clothes, and then they'd smile at night. They talked to each other often. Life was better here than in Providence though.
  

(Unfinished chapter)