What does the Prisoner mean to me? Freedom, knowledge, escape perhaps. Well certainly I've learned something through my researches into the series. I have the freedom to watch the Prisoner whenever I like, and it's a television series which I can escape to whenever the urge takes me.
I have sometimes wondered how I would react to such a situation, having been abducted to the Village, having had my identity taken away, interrogated and experimented upon, just how long would I be able to resist, not long I can be sure of that. Yet there was a time in my life when I would have exchanged places with Number Six, and without having to think tiwce about it. I might even have gone willingly to the Village, to escape the rigours of the outside world. Because it strikes me that those citizens who live in the Village as 'free' citizens, and not Prisoners, have quite a nice time. I've seen them enjoying themselves, lounging around in deck chairs, sunbathing, playing beach ball, swimming. Having a quiet lunch at the cafe, or on the lawn of the Old People's Home. Playing chess, painting, reading, and relaxing. They close their eyes to what is going on around them, they live with it. And as long as it's being done to the other fellow, and it doesn't affect me, then who am I to kick up a fuss? The Community must live, and so must I. It's a question of survival you see. But what of those born to the Village? They have known nothing else. They have no knowledge of the outside world. They have no use for freedom, they have no desire for escape.
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