“This is driving me fucking craaaaazzzzeeeeee!” screamed Prisoner-USA-CA-230123 as he thumped his fists into the wall. He was sweating profusely and thrashing his head from side to side, the side effects of being trapped in an extreme fit of paranoid disillusion and fearful that “they” were coming to get him. Wire-Serve had prepared a number of entrance gateways near major prisons to enable swift transfer of the thousands of criminals, many of whom would be entering a more forgiving world than they had been enduring – some for decades. Cabins for prisoners and potentially troublesome inhabitants had been prepared with double-coatings of forma-plast in case they did exactly what this prisoner was doing. Wire-Serve had also imported all the prisoners' profiles and related records, so although they had a fine idea of what each prisoner was locked up for, there could be no underestimating the strength, ingenuity and aggressive nature of these inhabitants.
The life-monitors in each room were hidden in the walls and could detect the inhabitants biometrics and had each person's ID which had been created based on an algorithm defined by their unique brain waves. The central monitoring station had been alerted to the prisoners' heightened heart-rate and was, as with all rooms, recording everything. Jacob was alerted to the monitor and was watching closely while scrolling through the prisoner's profile and records. In a system as all-encompassing as this, with the billions of inhabitants, it was already calculated that many would cease to exist - and Prisoner-USA-CA-230123 was up there at the top of the list. Jacob selected the "Clean-up Monitor" mode and switched his attention to the community centre openings that were about to occur globally.
In his mind, he now heard a scraping and dragging noise getting closer, further increasing his mind's panic and pushing his pounding heart up a step as he knew there was no way he could escape now that he had no access to drugs like he had in prison. He leaned his head against the wall and looked towards where the imaginary sound was coming from and started to slide with his head towards the corner of the room, squealing breathlessly, “eeeeeeehhhhh, eeeeeehhhhh,” and started pushing his head into the corner. “Noooo...noooooo....noooooo...not me, it wasn't me, not me, not me, please..pleeeeease, pleeeeeeease,” he started to scream, getting increasingly panicked, with nowhere further to go, no way to escape, he began slightly pounding his head into the wall, picking up to a crescendo until his forehead was starting to swell and his nose bleeding. The blood on his face and against the wall made it smooth and slippery for his face, enabling him to flick his head faster and more volatile against the wall and with the numbness setting in, he was becoming immune to the pain. Then he heard the voice, "..we're gonna get you, we're gonna get you, we're gonna get you...," and with a sudden jerk of his head knocked himself unconscious smashing his nose into the wall, his eyes rolling back, his body limply falling to the ground.
With blood streaming from his nose and filling his throat and lungs, and after a few minutes of unconscious coughing, Prisoner-USA-CA-230123's biometrics dead-lined, signalling for the "Clean-up Monitor" system to take over. From holes in the walls came streams of thick, mustard-coloured, sparkling gas. The gas seemed to repulse from the walls - as was designed and intended - and instead was drawn to the body laying on the floor. It reached the body, and seemed to absorb into it through the clothes, nose, mouth and eyes, and instantly the body began to collapse within itself, and the skin and clothes also dissolved upon the skeleton and soon, too, the skeleton began to melt into the puddle that was forming where once a body was. All this within only 3 minutes, as the gas had disappeared to be replaced by jets of pure water that washed all elements, dirt and body "mixture" into the gurgling drain in the centre of the room. The sparkling within the gas was in fact minute portions of iron elements that would combine with the final "mixture" to be drained into the algae compost generators - thereby allowing Prisoner-USA-CA-230123 to provide his last or maybe only good deed for his fellow citizens - by becoming part of tomorrow's re-usable energy supply.
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