The motor will fail, and you will be trapped up there, your muffled shouts drowned out by the tv and traffic.
After a week of missing posters on shop windows and telephone poles, and cops scouring the neighborhood, it will be assumed you ran off, or just got offed.
Years later, your dried husk will be found with broken fingernails and deep scratches in the hatch, after your family moves away.
Or, you can stop right now.
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"The general aim of these science fiction writers is to frighten the people into a state of paralysis or psychological incompetence bordering on hysteria" – FBI informant
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