[ WP ] In a dystopian future , human creativity is used as a source of energy . Those with creative minds are actively hunted down to be used as batteries . Write a story about the ways a small group of artists try to avoid capture .

The ragtag group of men and women huddled together around the fire. It was burning low, in a small groove in the ground, so that it wo n't be seen from afar. It was dangerous to be seen - technically, they were all escaped fugitives. 
 
 I say `` technically'' because none of them ever committed a crime. Well, you know, a serious one. Wrongdoings were not the cause of the military patrols scouring the foothills for their encampment; no misdeeds warranted the dogs sweeping for their scent across the rocky terrain. 
 
 These men and women were artists, or potential ones at any rate. Their brains had certain features, certain attributes, that could be harnessed to generate power - and the state decreed that this was reason enough to enslave them and create a class of people whose entire purpose is to serve the rest of society, whether they'd like to or not. The only way to avoid being hooked up to a generator 24/7 was to hide. 
 
 It's not that being hooked up to a generator would be so bad, really. That was n't the real problem. The generator rooms were air-conditioned ( or heated, depending on the season ); they were comfortable; rumors said that even the food was good. But every artist knows that without books, without paintings, without music - human life suffers. And the generator rooms would channel all of their creativity into creating electricity, leaving none for artistic endeavors. This the artists could not abide - better to live as fugitives while enriching future generations than to live comfortably and doom human culture to inevitable stagnation and decline. 
 
 The aforementioned ragtag bunch were all escapees from Seattle, and tonight they were telling stories around the campfire. A few of them had been writers, before the generators were developed, and one was a tribal storyteller that could bring a tale to life with her rich voice and varied expressions. Tonight, they had a special treat prepared for their comrades. 
 
 The writers had been collaborating for weeks, inventing a new folk hero who solved problems and fought villains using his wit and ingenuity and the occasional bit of story and song. They weaved tales for him that would remind listeOH GOD THEY'RE HERE TO GET ME SOMEONE SEND HEL
