Sitting alone in my cold isolated cell, I think about what will soon over come me. It all started in the year 2970. I started my fight against the world. Over the next twenty years I blew up, shot, and killed thousands of innocent lives for what I thought was the greater good. I enjoyed the blood splatter on my face, the loud screams for help, and the tender whimpers in the night as I hacked and slashed my so called foes. I was known as Hitler’s son at the time. But in November of 2990, I made a mistake and was caught. My sentence was death, plain and simple.
The electric chair fell out of the jail systems and into the BDSM rooms (Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, Masochism. or a basic sexual need for pain and control). The tolerance to electric pulse has advanced so much that 10,000 volts will only drive you into a state of enjoyment. Along with the chair, the firing range, gas chamber and lethal injections dropped out as well. The UN, now in charge of the entire world, decided to do away with such lethal approaches. With advancing technology, and space travel as common as driving to work, the only means of termination was through space exploration. The UN figured that they needed to explore space, so why not send convicted killers to do it for them. For the lesser crimes however, the UN reprograms the individual like a computer so that the urge to repeat the action is concluded.
This said, and all possibilities behind me, I sit alone in my cell and await my fate. The sound of the clicking on the clock wall is my only friend. I look up at my pal and he says it’s “December 23, 2999”. It's only three days before Christmas and I sit alone in my cell. I hear the steel doors clang and the all too common sound of squeaking wheels and stomping of the guards as they approach my cell. I quickly kneel one last time and kiss the moldy floor, for I know this is the last time to embrace the lovely gravity filled planet.
The guard shouts out to me in a raspy voice “On ye feet skum!”, as they stood outside of my cell. I climb to my feet and put my hands through the small opening in the bullet proof plastic shielding. One of the guards takes my hand and shoves a needle into it. The pain is sobering. They have to dope you up briefly while they suit you up, so you don’t do them harm. After I drop to the floor, the guards rush in and strap me to the vertical flatbed. When I awoke, I saw my cell in shambles. My wonderful friend was now smashed in several pieces on the floor. His little arms sticking into the rough mossy floor. I look down at my usual attire, the usual dirty blood stained straight jacket, a nice warm cuddly muzzle, and my lovely ankle restraints. I look so pretty. I sigh as they lock my head into place, knowing this will be the last time I will these earthly pleasures.
As we headed down the hall, I tried to take in as much as I could. I could hear my fellow cell mate’s b***h and poke fun as I rolled past them. Their all b******s, if I could I would kill them all. We soon reached the gates leading into the garage area. I was amazed as we entered; there must have been thirty five black vans waiting for my transportation. I felt like royalty, as they loaded me into one. They treated me nicely, by bolting me into the van. I was soon joined by three guards. One was a lanky fellow, seems like I seen him mopping the floors a few weeks ago. The other two were big guys, reminded me of professional wrestlers. They were all equipped with a tranquilizer gun, incase I found a way to escape. After checking out my new temporarily rooming buddies, I heard a high pitch squeal of police sirens as the thirty five van convoy took off.
When we came to a stop, the guards unbolted me from the van and took me out in the open parking area. To my surprise, they lined up and pointed their guns. One yelled out “we hava runna”. By the time he ended his sentence, I was filled with several piercing tranquilizer darts. Droplets of crimson blood soaked through my already dirty, stained, straight jacket as a mind numbing toxin overtook my body. I soon dropped off into a deep sleep. When I awoke, I looked around. I saw the usual grey steel bars surrounding me. On my left wrist I wore a wrist band which read “Property of the State” and on my right wrist I had an I.V. connected to a tube which leads into the floor under me. I’m still numb from the many darts that pierced my flesh, so I remain still against the cold bare floor. I enjoyed the time of being semi-unrestrained and relaxed. With out notice, a loud piercing echo from the intercom, a voice chimes “This is Houston, on Ground control. Welcome aboard a one stop fight to the black hole. I will be your navigator. If you have any questions, keep them to yourself. Keep your head, hands and feet with in the structure at all times. Thank you for choosing The Grim Reapers Airlines. Enjoy your flight.” I chuckled at the remarks, but then I realized that I was the next person to be in space. I was able to get on one knee, and look out the side window. I saw that I was several stories into the air. I stood all the way to my feet and walked over to the bars, looking for an escape route. My mind started racing, and my heart was pounding. I never been to space and I didn’t ever want to go. The countdown began “3….2….1…” and then the thrusters kicked in. “Lift off, we have lift off” echoed as I flew across the cell, hitting my head against the cold steel. The G forces pushed my body until blood seeped out of my ears and nose. After what seemed like an eternity, it all stopped. The force was gone, and I was weightlessly flying around the cell. We must have exited the planet. What a wonderful relief to have the stress off my body.
I floated around for several hours before anything started happening. The first of events that started happening was the blast off cylinders attached to the bottom of the cell broke off and headed back to the endless ocean on earth. The next event was Houston coming over the intercom and saying “You survived this long, I strongly suggest you open the compartment next to the cell door, and suit up” I floated over to the cell door, and noticed a handle. I pulled up and space suit floated out from it. Soon after the message, I suited up. All but my right hand was covered by the rich metallic body suit. I the final event that happened was that my I.V. tube started to fill with a creamy brown fluid. Once the fluid reached my flesh, I started to grow cold. It was as if someone threw ice on me. I grew sleepy, and after only a few minutes I drifted to sleep.
When I awoke, it felt as if I had been laying there forever. My body was so stiff and sore. I looked down inside my suit, and saw that my once fully shaven face, was now covered in a long matted beard and the smell inside the suit was the smell of rotten dearth. I raised my hand up to my visor that was steamed over and wiped it away. I then realized that there was ice hanging off the windows and I was still ever so cold. I looked down at my uncovered hand and saw that all five fingers were dark blue, almost black. A once famous voice that echoed as Houston came over the intercom and said “Fifteen years has passed by inmate 130-482B, your time has come to face your ultimate punishment.” With that, the ice on my cell window shattered as the window broke away and a strong suction filled the once vacuumed chamber. A horse voice came over the intercom, as I grabbed onto the closest bar, holding on for dear life. The voice said “For the crimes against the nation and the rest of the world, I hereby, with the permission of the U.N. and the rest of the civilized world, banish you to the deepest folds of the universe to spend your dying minutes in the darkest areas of your imagination. Your case is now closed and you are sentenced to death.” Soon after the command for my death, the intercom speaker broke off and was sucked into the dark realm of space. After the intercom broke through, the wall collapsed from the rest of the cell, and I followed behind it. I am now floating into the mouth of the beast. I can see no light and hear no sound. I am at the mercy of the hole. My exposed hand was the first of my body parts to disappear into the ebony void. Without much thought about it, I started to see all the people I had destroyed. Every scream echoed through my head, every tear that I caused to fall from a face filled my lungs, and every pain that I caused the world filled my body. I was at a sensory overload. I the pattern suddenly turned into a mirage of disco colored lights as if I were at a rave. Soon my chest grows tight, my arms slaps against my chest, and my legs followed their after. I know this was my last breath. I take in the last breath of oxygen from my tank.
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