It seems that we meerkats are disturbed by a cruel fate. The desire to never have an empty stomach was so strong that it disturbed our ability to use the strength that was still contained in our bodies. It only grew stronger as more days passed, making us truly seem weak, like creatures that haven't eaten for months and are close to their limit. In truth, we were just at our limit of resistance. When we reached the third week of complete starvation, we experienced an attack, like a stroke, from this obsessive desire, leading to death.
According to the captor, it wasn't something that was hard to deal with, just a bit of self-control. "I think whatever is called the elders have survived longer than even 5 weeks of starvation. Maybe that's what makes them the elders, I guess." But the belief that it was natural and not something to resist is what leads to death. He said, "If every creature was to let its innate desire control it, the world would be in complete ruins, you were only able to conquer yours without even acknowledging its existence. Fear and despair made you forget hunger."
I sat there, ruminating on all I had heard today. So this hell brought about an amazing opportunity for me. What a terrible joke, yet terrible jokes are usually the most true. I do not know why, but I felt proud. I had achieved something great without a doubt. If not, the captors wouldn't have praised me so much. I hope the second reward is not also information. These information maniacs better bring me some good food. Though I thought this to myself, I would never think of it in front of a captor. And suddenly, the whole world went black.