Not Worth the risk.
An early experiment from me, originally published in 2004, under Fiction heading. or should that have been nonfiction?
I think it works without quotation marks…
It is hard to imagine why you commit these offences, what is it that is wrong with you? Surely you have everything you could possibly want, your every wish and desire is catered for. I just cannot understand you at all. You have had numerous chances, and yet you still keep offending. You leave me no alternative this time you will serve 90 years, take him away.
I object my Lord, I know my client has committed an unforgivable string of offences, but 90 years, how can anybody survive that?
He should have thought about that, he has been warned and given every chance to reform, maybe when he gets back he will see the error of his ways.
But 90 years my Lord, I plead for mercy.
Take him away.
My lord I appear for the defendant, the charge of course is not showing you due respect. He does plead guilty, and promises to try to give you the respect you deserve in future.
How many times has he previously been up before me on this charge?
Eight times my Lord.
Has he been warned of the dire consequence on each occasion?
He has my Lord.
Have you anything to say before I pass sentence.
Yes my Lord I am truly sorry, I just get carried away and forget that you are responsible for everything. I will try to give you due respect from now on.
You should have thought of that before, you will serve six years.
Please my Lord not at that place, I will do anything, I will be better in future, please sir not six years at that place.
Take him away.
There was much sorrow and crying, as those sentenced were led to the biogenetic transporter. The prisoners had been sentenced to various terms, from one year for very minor offences, to 90 years for the most serious offences.
Some were relatively happy at the mercy shown and short sentence given. Others were in complete despair. They knew there was nothing to be done, no way back. When the sentence was passed, it had to be served in full, there was to be no remission.
The biggest punishment of course was that when they arrived to serve their respective sentences, none of them would have any recollections of why they were there, or indeed where they had come from.
They would in effect serve their sentence, in a pre-determined location and situation, and any sentence over ten years would be carefully monitored. Their individual behaviour would determine their level of re-entry.
They had of course plenty of time to worry about their respective futures on the way to the bio-genetic transporter unit.
When the offenders arrived at the transporter, they were individually connected to their pre-programmed locations, and then the bio-genetic technician activated the machine.
Only two words flashed up on the red plasma screen to show that the transporter had activated correctly – Earth Bound.
© Gerald Finlay, 2004, All Rights Reserved