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“Get up you lazy bastard. The Governor wants a word with you,�� said a guard. 
He opened his eyes and smiled. There was another guard standing near the cell door in 
anticipation of any trouble. The prisoner smiled at him, too. 
Now what can the Governor want from me? He wondered. His dishevelled form seemed 
incapable of coherent thought. “It’s nice of him to remember me,�� he said aloud, trying to 
concentrate.
“Surprising he’s got any time for a worthless shit like you,�� said the first guard. 
“I once used to be a very important person,�� the prisoner said feebly.”