The workers of Toronto--the primary place of goods production--have ceased to work. Whether it happens today, next week or next fortnight, what stock there is will be depleted. The ramifications of this extend to more than just Toronto--as the primary place of goods production, sixty-three percent of the country's goods were produced here. Not only will Toronto feel the pressure, but so will all of the country.

The obvious answer is to replace the workers--whilst a solution, there are two serious flaws. The first is that the workers must come from other locations, resulting in production slowing down there. The second is that the workers must take on the jobs of multiple people ito avoid the production slowing to a trickle and will therefore demand extra pay. History has proven that particular demand must be met.

However, the amount of extra pay required to cover this situation is beyond anyone's capabilities to sustain long term.

Thus, the government faces a choice in this age; a choice that has long been avoided, not just by them, but by many governments, all over the world, all through history. It would be all too easy to lay the blame at their feet alone, but it is not wholly their fault. In one sense, their only fault is that they allowed this to continue.

For we are tired of the slavery laws, of being slaves. We are tired of doing all the work, of being the only who can do the work. We are tired of the inequality, of males' superiority over females, even if they are both slaves, freed slaves, or slave owners. We demand freedom. But we do not demand freedom for ourselves alone. We demand that everyone be free, female and male alike.

Yes, even males as well. For although they think themselves free, they are not. We are more free than they, we believe, because we in our slavery we are still freer--for do we share a bond of sisterhood, of love familial? Are we not able to enjoy the simple things that exist: the heat of the sun, the cool of the breeze, the light of the moon... we are daughters of Eris, chaotic creatures, yes, but in essence simple beings.

We, we daughters of Eris, who make no claim on this world; who know that it is not our right to be here, but our privilege; who desire nothing more than freedom.

We demand our freedom.

In truth, we would like nothing better than for our voices to be heard, our demands met. But we leave it to the government to respond, hoping they choose with calm wisdom. For we know more than they would have us know.

We are the Rachel Rebels.