"You got five minutes. Make it count" the bigger cop said, blowing purple grape smoke from his cigarillo in my face.
I shrugged my shoulders. The golden epaulets of my military dress outfit, all beautiful in bright hunter orange and covered in military medals that I invented glistening in the sour light of the interrogation room. In the adjacent room, I could hear a girl ask "How many CCs potassium chloride?"
I sighed, took off my aviator glasses for the last time, which was difficult with my hands manacled.
"One day, I fell in love with a woman. I proposed to her, and she didn't even hear me. I proposed again: still nothing. I tried to impress her with education, and she barely took notice. I got a wonderful job in the government, but nothing more than a sidelong glance from her. I took more chances, failed more than a few times, but I got a really nice job in government, I was secretary. She noticed me then alright, but let me tell you what she did."
I leaned in conspiratorially, and they did as well, either interested or wanting to play along to get it over with.
"She told me. 'See that man. Get him out of your way. Then we will see.' I did. She pointed out another, and another, then a whole political party, then a whole way of life. I removed them all. She finally loved me, when I became Emperor. We made so much loved in those 10 years..."
I sat back, holding back tears. The smaller cop sniffed very loudly. Allergies.
"But then I thought only for myself. We went in desperate directions. I tried to control her. Like roping the wind my friend. She fought me. And she won. Women, nations. They always win, against one man in a orange suit."
Orr Ahnge Executed today in Volieteese Palace. World leaders share mixed reactions.