My lawyer was a bad one.
Or maybe the problem was that he was bribed out of our deal at the last crucial minute, because, lo and behold, he did not deliver.
If you care to believe me, I did nothing wrong. 2 weeks was the time my lawyer and I were making the necessary preparations for the deciding day. We has stockpiled mountains of evidence that I did nothing.
Court day came, and he stabbed me in the back. Brutally, and figuratively. At one point of the trial he even had the audacity to waltz to the prosecutor and...help him.
“Is this legal?” I would ask.
“All’s legal in law and war.”
The trial was embarrassingly short.
I was hauled off to the prison ship and we flew. Me and 24 other victims were crammed with the captain. There was barely …show more content…
Roughly speaking, it was about 100 miles away.
One guard escorted me to reception. I would like to get to know him better. His face was naive, easily bribable. Reminded me of my father.
“Name of prisoner?”
“Jett.”
“Surname?”
“N/A”
“Reason of stay?”
“Embezzlement.”
“Bullshit,” I cried. “I urge your officers back at Exodus to review my case again.” Exodus was the name of my planet, the name was fairly clever.
As predicted, they ignored me.
“Gender?”
“Male.”
“Duration of stay”
“Forever.”
The receptionist stamped my ID on my bright orange space suit. From now on, I will be known as the infamous #112620.
He threw me in my cell. I could finally scratch my nose. Locking up the plexiglass, he grumbled and exited the cell block.
I used this moment to carefully observe my cell. Above me was nothing, except blood which reminiscences of the battles fought here. I scraped some of the blood off with my ID. Still fresh. On my right wall was my desk, with a mirror and all the dental basics. A clock was beside the desk, the minute hand was missing. On the back wall was the toilet, facing the transparent plexiglass to ensure privacy is non existent. A hard steel bed was next to it. On the left wall was a small ventilation shaft, pathetically defended by 4 bolts and thin cell
Or maybe the problem was that he was bribed out of our deal at the last crucial minute, because, lo and behold, he did not deliver.
If you care to believe me, I did nothing wrong. 2 weeks was the time my lawyer and I were making the necessary preparations for the deciding day. We has stockpiled mountains of evidence that I did nothing.
Court day came, and he stabbed me in the back. Brutally, and figuratively. At one point of the trial he even had the audacity to waltz to the prosecutor and...help him.
“Is this legal?” I would ask.
“All’s legal in law and war.”
The trial was embarrassingly short.
I was hauled off to the prison ship and we flew. Me and 24 other victims were crammed with the captain. There was barely …show more content…
Roughly speaking, it was about 100 miles away.
One guard escorted me to reception. I would like to get to know him better. His face was naive, easily bribable. Reminded me of my father.
“Name of prisoner?”
“Jett.”
“Surname?”
“N/A”
“Reason of stay?”
“Embezzlement.”
“Bullshit,” I cried. “I urge your officers back at Exodus to review my case again.” Exodus was the name of my planet, the name was fairly clever.
As predicted, they ignored me.
“Gender?”
“Male.”
“Duration of stay”
“Forever.”
The receptionist stamped my ID on my bright orange space suit. From now on, I will be known as the infamous #112620.
He threw me in my cell. I could finally scratch my nose. Locking up the plexiglass, he grumbled and exited the cell block.
I used this moment to carefully observe my cell. Above me was nothing, except blood which reminiscences of the battles fought here. I scraped some of the blood off with my ID. Still fresh. On my right wall was my desk, with a mirror and all the dental basics. A clock was beside the desk, the minute hand was missing. On the back wall was the toilet, facing the transparent plexiglass to ensure privacy is non existent. A hard steel bed was next to it. On the left wall was a small ventilation shaft, pathetically defended by 4 bolts and thin cell