OOC: We got it rough in here but we at least get plastic cups and clean water, it's modern day, we aren't back in the 60's lol.

Josh turned around to notice Gerald, the only guard who's name anyone knew. Probably part of his god complex, he didn't care if anyone knew his name, nor if any of the other guards said his name out loud. Where as normally when they talk, they use a call sign which was typically something annoying. Gerald was an obstacle to Josh, nothing more. He didn't take anything they did to heart because one day, he'd make them pay. He didn't have a clue when or even how for that matter but overcoming oppression is something Josh was forced to get good at. His desire to beat this system, his knowledge and skills, Josh was convinced that there was a future for him outside of this hell hole. God help them if he ever got his powers back, all the times they abused him and the other inmates, the women especially. He hated that more than anything and 90% of his times in the box were for defending a woman. 

"I don't think they've thought that far ahead honestly." he said in response to Cy's comment. "Have you noticed some people have been missing for a while, and even if they return they hardly speak to anyone. I think they panicked when they realized we existed, what we could do. And like a child with a new toy, the government decided, [i]oh I want that.[/i] I think they want our powers but haven't figured it out yet. That's why we're still here, still alive. If we weren't the slightest bit valuable to them, they'd just kill us. It's the government, they've been doing that for years and just covering it up." he said, now taking a breath after his little rant. He made sure it wasn't too loud so as to not bring attention on them but then again he didn't care. If they wanted to put him in the box for speaking the truth, he'd give them a reason to put him there.