Let's get past this past tension. This is the easy road, the road that goes forever. Turning, spiraling, speeding, airborne. Through or around anything. Probably anything.
We won't know for sure, but scurry around to prove your points anyway, research, state facts, offer motives, determine. Get your sleep. Rest up for the adventure, the revolution is on. Freedom is crispy cold. Wake.
Think of future versions, when the meds kick in, when the hypnotic glow mushes minds to mash, when liberty is rationed. Take your time, demand it back, feel it. No curfew, no alarm, no calls, no attention. Let the capital babies cry it out, leave them in their capital crib, they'll eventually pass out. They will give it up.