You Have Too Many Friends
I want to play a game.
Yes, you are tied down. Try all you want, you are immobilised. You can’t move your head. Yes, that’s a gun aimed at your face. Actually, you should be thankful that I’ve aimed it right, because if it fires, you want it to go straight between the eyes.
Trust me, it’s better for you that way.
We don’t want to botch the killing blow. You won’t feel a thing.
Kill you?
No, I’m not going to do that. We are going to play a game. Yes, there’s a chance for you to win this game and go free. I will set you free if you win it, yes. I know you haven’t seen my face, no need to close your eyes.
I’m not the one on trial here.
You see, humans have evolved to handle about one hundred and fifty acquaintances. The size of a small tribe. But somehow thes
