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Welcome to Hell

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Fuel – Welcome to Hell

All 200 hundred convicts aboard The Botany Bay, the high-speed prison transport from Earth to the penal colonies orbiting the Wormwood asteroid field were ordered to the mess hall for orientation.  The two-year trip was now only a few weeks from ending.  All convicts aboard the transport would now receive their job duties and begin training. Every country on Earth is represented among the prisoners.  Counties that have their own launch point do not pay a fee for prisoner transportation to the asteroid field.  Earth countries without a launch point pay host nations a fee for sending prisoners into deep space.

All two hundred men and women took their seats in the mess hall.  Officers and auto-guns ensured no one got out of line – or out of their seat.  The floating remote operating auto-guns fire a round not heavy enough to breech the hull of the high-speed transport, but quite enough to splatter human flesh along the hull of the high speed transport.

Over the last year and ten months of deep space travel, each of the inmates aboard underwent various tests that gauged physical strength, mental function and behavioral issues.  The penal system was separating the wheat from the chaff.  The absolutely insane were to receive no job training.  Their lives would be spent living in the lowest levels of the penal colonies.  Doctors and nurses doing an orbital rotation before going back to Earth will study each of the insane inmates.

Male and female convicts deemed physically fit, are trained in mining activities.  These incudes the use of space suits, breathing equipment and the use of mining tools.  Those not deemed completely physically fit will receive training in the use of mining equipment that does not require a large amount of physical prowess. These are typically the learning and mastery of fork-lift like machinery and orbital drills. 

Older convicts and those deemed physically weak are sent to work in the kitchens; doing laundry and infirmaries.  Female inmates are permitted to serve as house maids and servants to the prison officers and their families.  Regular enlisted men and women serving aboard the prison ships as officers and as security in the colonies can use the convicts for menial tasks such as laundry and cleaning of barracks.

Some inmates – both men and women – if their behavioral records are clean, may work on the hydroponic floors growing food.  Both Alcatraz and Rikers are self-sustaining. All liquids are filtered and rotated back into the system with fresh space water.  Space water comes in the form of ice harvested from the asteroid field.  Chucks of ice larger than a battle ship are hauled to the stations by the whales.  The ice is melted and mixed in with the recycled liquids.  Officers drink only fresh water.  Inmates drink the mixed.  Those inmates with minimal sentences – ten years – are eligible for work in the garden and livestock levels of the penal colony to work off their time.  Every third transport sees the arrival of a new batch of cows and other livestock.  Some of the cows have been mated at least twice during the trip from Earth and add to the herd.  All lifers are sent to mining operations – no exceptions.

On the transport shipmen and women are identified and sent out of the room to begin their training.  For the next several weeks each and every inmate on board will now spend the time between wake-up and sleep training.  Breaks during the day are only for meals. During these last legs of the journey toward the penal colonies, every inmate gets to see the last taste of what freedom has to offer out in the cosmos.  Outside the asteroid field, a brief six-thousand mile trip lies The Vegas Strip.  The Vegas Strip is a massive space station built entire fore recreation and vacation.  The Vegas Strip is the last stop between the asteroid field and the planet Siam Un. 

Siam Un received its name from the group of Siamese astrologers that discovered it years ago.  The rings of Siam Un illuminate different colors depending on the rotation of it’s near-by sun and star system.  The space rocks that make up Siam Un’s rings are rich in minerals.  At top speed it is a 48-Earth-hour ride to Siam Un from either of the penal colonies or luxury liner The Vegas Strip.  The luxury vacation space platform offers weekend junkets to the planet, Siam Un, to see the human colonies or purchase artifacts from the indigenous Harpy – a sentient bird-like race vastly resembling the enormous Harpy Eagles found back on Earth.  Thus, the name given to the species as how they pronounce their own species is unable to be pronounced by human beings. Same goes for how the Harpy pronounce the planet.  Humans cannot make such sounds. Their civilization has evolved much in the same manner as man’s back on Earth. 

The newly arrived inmates are allowed one final glimpse of The Vegas Strip and the planet Siam Un before the transport ship docks at the Division Station - an orbital platform where convicts are separated and divided up between the two housing locations prior to heading to their final destinations. The Vegas Strip is not permitted anywhere near mining operations.  This is prison – it’s not supposed to come with outstanding and spectacular views.  If inmates are looking at the alien world of Siam Un, they are usually floating towards it – and their doom. 

The Alcatraz location holds the worst of the worst regarding inmates.  The space station was placed close to the planet, Siam Un, for a number of reasons.  One of those reasons is that executions can be carried out safely.  Prisoners are ejected into space.  The bodies burn up on entry into Siam Un atmosphere spreading nutrients over the planet.  The Rikers facility houses mostly low-level and minimally-sentenced offenders.  The Rikers facility is also a bit closer to Earth so the shipping of inmates back and forth becomes a bit more expedited. 

There are nearly ten million convicts housed between the two orbital facilities.  One million service men and women, some with their families, also live on the facilities.  Tours of duty and rotation flights back to Earth occur monthly.  Every month a new ship arrives with supplies, more inmates and more soldiers.

Prisoners exit the transport ship at either Alcatraz or Rikers holding only a rubber crate that contains all of their belongings.  Prisoners are only allowed to have a fresh set of prison issued clothes.  A fresh pair of socks and underwear.  An extra pair of prison issued slippers as well as all toiletries are provided.  Inmates are greeted at each facility with belongings in hand by the same video.  The video is played in a central holding area broken up into pens that fill up with men and women who speak a similar language.

The video begins.  The government paid a good price for the voice actors reading the vital information to the inmates.  Inmates are separated into pens by language so that everyone gets the same message at the same time. “You are now the property of the Universal Penal System of Galactic Command.” An image of the corresponding Warden of each facility appears on the screen while the message plays. “Your time here will be what you make of it.  If your sentence is life, then this is your life.  Out here among the stars – slaves for those back on Earth.  The Earth is through with you.  Earth has thrown you lifers away.  Accept it now.  If you are here for only ten years, then get used to that idea. We own you for the next eight years at least, before we send you home.  Some of you may not live out your sentence no matter how long you are scheduled to serve. Such is life at the orbital penal colony.”

“Each facility shares one set of rules.  Break those rules and there are consequences.  Consequences range from time in the hole to being shoved out into space.”  The image on the screen showed frozen corpses floating among the asteroids and meteors in outer space.  “We leave the bodies floating around the asteroid field as a reminder to all.  Should any of you commit one of the more serious crimes, you will join these folks out in the vacuums of space.  Serious crimes include: Rape, murder, harming of staff.  Should you continually break rules with no hope of rehabilitation, you may be shoved out into space or become a whale rider.”

The screen showed one of the whale riders in action.  The genetically modified whales are transformed for a life in space.  The once human rider receives instructions from the command center and relays them as visual images to the whale.  The whales can swim through the asteroid field far better and far safe than piloted craft.  Whale riders are male and female inmates who have been sentenced to life without parole.  Their arms and legs are surgically removed and replaced with inputs that allow them to connect with the whale directly.  Eyes, ears, nose and throat are all closed off.  Breathing is accomplished via an apparatus installed where the convict’s lungs once were.  Blood is drained and mixed with a solution that allows what’s left of the human form to operate in the cold void of outer space. “These whales also feed on the frozen bodies as they deteriorate.  In essence, break our rules and we transform you into galactic whale shit.”

“We will not allow any of rules to be broken.  Inmates do not run this facility.” The voice from the video went on – in over a dozen different languages simultaneously.  “Your first day begins now.”  The video ended.  Inmates are first led into the check-in area.  A skin graph with a bar code is surgically implanted onto each prisoner’s forearm on the trip over.  The bar code can be removed on those who complete their sentence.

Once each prisoner is scanned in, the new group is led to the housing area.  Rikers and Alcatraz facilities are both as large as the island of Manhattan back on Earth.  Each facility took years to construct.  Alcatraz was completed first with Rikers opening a decade later.  A subway system was installed to move people and supplies rapidly around each facility.  Convicts are loaded onto one of the hovering train cars and are taken to where each one will live out their sentences.

The ride takes only a few minutes from Central.  The housing areas in both facilities are designed the same way.  Individual cells line the outer walls.  Rows of cells for a spiral heading up.  Three rows per pod.  Hundreds of pods make up the prisoner housing areas.  Sections as larger as ten-story buildings house prisoners serving time in the hole. The shouts and yells and screams around the clock that come from the men and women in these cells can’t be heard by the prisoners on the hover train.   

When the hover train comes to a stop, prisoners disembark and head for housing assignments.  The smell of body odor mixed with the scent of whatever food was just served hits prisoners first upon entering the housing units.  Each inmate is given his or her own cell.  Cells are seven feet wide and nine feet long with an eight-foot ceiling.  Men and women do not mix in the pods.  Men and women can interact socially in some areas of the prison.  Showers are permitted two to three times per week.  Prison walls are made from concrete strengthened with asteroid ore.  Bars and the doors that lock in front of the bars are made from a combination of steel and asteroid ore.  Cells have a steel sink and toilet.  Some inmates are granted video privileges in their cells.  They can watch approved videos and take remote learning classes recorded back on Earth.  Some classes are streamed live across the galaxy. 

Prisoners are set on the same schedule they arrived on regarding sleep time and being awake.  All inmates are given eight hours of sleep per night.  After dinner, prisoners can enjoy two hours of time alone in their cells before lights out.  Pods are kept a different eating and sleeping schedules so that the mining operation never stops.  Prisoners wake up and are expected to be dressed fifteen minutes after the light come on.  Cells doors open and prisoners follow the lighted path toward their daily occupation.

After breakfast miners are led to the suit-up area at the start of each day.  There, each inmate, male and female, is given a space suit.  Suits are supposed to be cleaned and repaired between each use by cleaning crews.   Prisoners are not allowed to maintain their own suits.  Sabotage became widespread.  Gang members would tamper with a rival gang member’s space suit.  The loss of pressure explodes the human skull inside the suit like a hamster in a microwave oven.  Inmates can now only use the suits to pass contraband.  Items like drugs, notes, weapons are left in the suits by the cleaning crews, who take a cut for the service.  Sometimes officers intercept the contraband.  Sometimes the passing of contraband goes on unchecked for months.  Cleaning crews change.  Miners are killed every day.  Fuel dust is what’s smuggled the most.  The sandy dust created during the mining process was found to have hallucinogenic properties.  During the early years of the mining operation, some inmates began to hallucinate.  Some early prisoners walked right out into space – without the protection of a space suit.  An investigation uncovered that the dust from the Fuel making process contained properties similar to LSD. Inmates have since discovered ways to cut the dust with other ingredients recovered from the mess hall. 

A regular day for the miners will see male and female inmates being towed out to the mining sites by whale riders.  There, mechanisms in the space suit, keep the wearer safe during the ore extraction process.  Asteroids larger than a skyscraper back on Earth are mined first.  Drone vehicles perform much of the excavation.  Inmates are responsible for all the mining work that cannot be completed by machine.  This includes work within mine tunnels.  All asteroids are mined from the central core outward.  Machines cannot mine until the central core of the meteor or asteroid is reached.  It is within the central core areas of the space rocks that diamonds can be found.  The largest uncovered thus far weighed the same as a sports vehicle back on Earth.  The large luxury kind.   

Some of the larger asteroids, measuring larger than the earth’s moon are in the process of having mining colony outposts built on them.  Once all of the ore has been mined the colony will be scuttled and rebuilt on the next one of equal size.  Moon-size asteroids are expected to take several years to mine before habitation is no longer possible.  Some Administration Officials have suggested moving the mentally insane to a facility on one of the larger asteroids to make room for more prisoners able to do mining work.  The idea had merits in regards to prison facility safety.  The mentally insane are currently housed at the lowest levels of the prison.  In the event that any one of the several hundred mentally and criminally insane should take control of the area, the entire ward can be flushed: clean by the vacuum of space. 

All officers are required to were gear that covers the officer’s entire head and face and will save their lives as well as facilitate rescue in the event of sudden ejection into outer space.  Officers are towed out to mining sites on their own space whale to guard against possible escape.  Some of the wealthier inmates have attempted escape by using high speed space craft to quickly zip into the mining area, pick up their target and shoot out.  It worked on more than one occasion.  The escape ships were hunted down and destroyed.  When prisoners are fitted with the bar code on their forearm, a small explosive charge is also implanted.  The charge has the capability of blowing the escapees arm off.  If a prisoner has the money and is willing to lose his or her arm, then escape is still possible.  Earth is still months away – even at the fastest speeds.

All miners eat lunch in space.  Every suit is equipped with a water dispenser and food.  Both are stored in the backpack.  The food is a paste that tastes like whatever the prisoner is told that day.  Somedays the paste tastes like chicken, other days it tastes like meat loaf.  During holidays it tastes like turkey or ham. At lunch time, officers activate the water and food tubes to spring out from inside the space suit helmet. Prisoners just suck in either water from tube or food paste from the other.  At the end of lunch.  The tubes return to their ports inside the helmet.  A prisoner can ask an officer to release the water tube when hydration becomes necessary.

At least one prisoner loses their life every day.  Several lose limbs.  Accidents are frequent.  Inside a mining tunnel, until gravity is controlled, miners can find themselves losing balance, falling and becoming impaled on the razor-sharp crystal formations that form inside each tunnel. Air pressure and the loss of it, can force prison miners to be shot into outer space.  While many are retrieved floating around in the asteroid field a bit later by whale riders, some convicts hit nearby meteors with such force that their entire body is crushed.  Like a bug on a windshield. 

At the end of the workday, prisoners are ferried back to the housing areas by the whale riders for suit removal and dinner.  Some of the minerals inside the mining tunnels are radioactive.  A decontamination washed is sprayed over every inmate returning from the asteroid field prior to entering the housing area.  Radiation sickness can spread. Dinner is comprised of whatever the administration puts on the menu.  There was once a pressure leak at one of the livestock levels.  Six months’ worth of prime steak flushed out into space.  Inmates arriving around that time talked about the frozen cows floating around the space station. Everyone was forced to go vegetarian.

After dinner, there can be shower time.  This is also the time when some inmates receive calls from family and loved ones.  Legal counsel also calls during these times.  Some cases are overturned.  Those inmates who have had their cases overturned are returned home right away on a high-speed transport.  Usually, all inmates report back to their cells for the night after chow.  Some pods are allowed to gather together in the common area before final lockdown for the night.  It is during these times that the pods become the most dangerous.  Fights occur during the time prisoners are allowed to mingle in the pod’s common area. Many of the fights are over something stupid.  Other times the fights are over inmates accusing other inmates of being responsible for someone’s death out in the asteroid field. Drugs are exchanged. With many of the prisoners getting high, tempers can run hot over the slightest issue. Shanks made from space rocks cause the most damage and are highly valuable among inmates.  The rock cuts deep.  Fragments from the rock shank that are left behind in the wound cause a fever and an intense infection in the wound of the victim.  The rock multiples in mass when it comes in contact with human flesh much the same way coral can grow in the wounds of surfers back on Earth. Most weapons made by inmates are from the standard traditional sources: food trays, metal fragments, toothbrushes and combs, chemicals, wadded up toilet paper.  

When violence erupts and prisoners are extracted, they are taken to the hole.  Male and female prisoners in the hole spend every moment locked up alone.  Some never leave the hole.  Some become something besides what they once were after leaving the hole.  Rumors portray the hole as a place possessed with the souls of the men who first arrived at the asteroid field.  Other rumors portray the spirits that haunt the hole as originating from alien beings who once inhabited the planet which was the source of the asteroid field.  Scientists speculate that an incredibly unbelievable destructive event caused a massive planet to explode.  That caused the destruction of the planet’s moons. That debris continued destroying the closest planets. It is theorized that the creation of the asteroid field was a cataclysmic chain of events.  Nothing can be proven.

Once a convict has served out his or her time, they are released two years prior to their official release date so they will be free, back on Earth to the day they were sent up.  Convicts have a choice to serve all time in deep space and then pay for a high-speed ride back to Earth.  There are always choices. The consequences of this choice is that high speed transports are often targets for pirates.  Many ships and their crew have never been heard from again.  Then there is always that chance for convicts to make a return trip.  Once an inmate becomes a repeat prisoner, there is no going back.  All prisoners returned to the penal colonies after committing additional crimes back on Earth after release remain in either Alcatraz or Rikers for the rest of their days. Second time is the charm.                                 

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03

Lawyer

 Lawyer Fuel

“Hi honey, how was your day?” Brittany wasted no time greeting her husband the moment Mike walked through the door.

“Two life sentences and two twenty-year stretches in one day.  All headed to the rocks in deep space.”  Mike was an honest man of honest build and stature.  He like to wear his beard long.  A throwback to his great great great grandfather, of whom he’d seen a picture.  That man also married a wonderful woman named Brittany. Another striking similarity was that Mike’s great great great grandfather had a child named Kennedy, who went on to become a leading astrophysicist.  Some of Kennedy’s theories and calculations helped with modern space travel everyone now takes for granted.  Mike and Brittany had a girl named Nixon.  Two ex-presidents for daughters.  “Pretty cool,” Mike said when he made the discovery. So the beard stayed.

Brittany was the quintessential housewife.  She got to spend time with Nixon.  She made dinner.  She made money with an online business.  Life was good.  “I made pot roast.  The market had real beef.  I heard the prison colonies out by the asteroid field have been raising herds of cows, which is good because the price of meat is going way down.”

“I can smell it from here.  How was the child today?”  Mike placed his work stuff by the front door.  His home office was only a few steps further down the hall.  He’d get to putting them inside his office in a bit.

“She was good.  She had a friend come over.  Her friend’s daddy just took a tour on one of the ships going to Siam Un.  He’ll be gone for around five years, maybe longer.  The little girl’s mom told me that she’s hoping dad can catch one of the high-speed ships and be home sooner.”

“I’ll bet he’s making tons of money though…”  Mike was more than likely right.  People who made the trip out to the asteroid field were either a criminal or about to make stacks of cash for laving life on Earth behind.

“Of that I have no doubt,” Brittany had friends who left Earth behind for either a small business on the planet Siam Un or for one inside either of the penal colonies.  Brittany and her friends communicated by FaceTime.  The small talk between Nixon’s parents went on as it always did.  Nixon was still a baby.  Play dates for her revolved around bouncing and drooling, with spontaneous diaper changes mixed in.  Daddy and mommy played with her in her hover bouncer or anti-grav swing before during and after the meal.  Their house was in the suburban area of the safe zone.  Not too close to City Central and not too close to outer boundary.  It was a modest single family home with all the bells and whistles of the American Dream splashed all over it.    

The mildly infected – sickos – lived directly on the other side of the safe zone boundary.  The sickos outside the boundary maintained levels of trade with the uninfected living inside the Safe Zone. Some of the sickos who still had their wits about them raised some livestock for sale.  Those with less means usually purchased the meat from sickos.  Many still had a prejudice against the meaning believing it to be tainted in some way.  Most animals were immune to strains of COVID APEX. 

Mike worked at a law firm in City Central.  He served as a Prosecutor.  Spending any time mining Fuel at the asteroid field was enough to dramatically lower crime in all of the Safe Zones.  However, there will always be those to test the system.  Crime in the housing areas closest to the boundary was always common.  Not a lot of people had money.  Some were accused of getting to close to the infected and charged with possible transmission.  Petty crimes like theft or breaking and entering weren’t offenses that could get you time in the stars – unless you were a repeat offender.

Mike specialized in prosecuting repeat offenders.  On average, he might get one or two cases a week where the defendant was headed for a significant amount of time up in the stars.  Lately, there seem to be an uptick in the amount of people Mike sent up for long stretches.  For instance, the night or two before when he told his wife about the two life sentences the judge handed down in one day – that hardly ever happens.

Both of those men were repeat offenders.  Each had stolen a dealership’s worth of vehicles from places inside Central City and then sold them outside the boundary to the infected.  Not to mention smuggling infected into the Safe Zone so people could see their relatives.  Each of those men put lives at risk through their actions.  Each was given plenty of time inside Earth’s Correctional facilities as well as some time spent in the Lunar Orbital Correction Program that’s meant to scare offenders into the idea that they might be headed to deep space if they continue with their current course of behavior. 

Mike got the orders that his two lifers were set to get on the very next launch to the penal colonies.  A two-year ride and then a lifetime of hard labor.  The two men were quite upset with Mike when the judge handed down the order.  “Dude, you asked the judge to give us LIFE?  What we done to really deserve life on another planet?  Man, whatchu talking about a threat to the population?  Man…I’ll kick yo ass up and down both sides of the Milky Way if you don’t tell this man that this life sentence stuff was just you being silly, mother fucker.”

About a week or so later, an associate entered Mike’s office, “Hey buddy, you see the news?”  Mike hit a button on his desk and a wall monitor came to life.  The news channel was the default and the headline jumped right out as soon as the screen completed booting up.  “Convict Ship Hit by Pirates!”

The story broke about how a Pirate Nation attack craft intercepted the cargo ship transporting inmates and cargo to the penal colonies outside the Wormwood asteroid field.  The story did describe that some of the emergency lifeboats had been activated.  Prisoner evacuation lifeboats, once ejected from the cargo ship, were programed to continue course to the asteroid field.  Emergency beacons and transponders would assure that the convicts contained inside the lifeboats would be found safe and sound.  Each boat was also equipped with enough food rations and water to keep everyone healthy. 

The story spoke about how some of those aboard the craft were given a choice to either join the pirates or die.  The troops on the cargo ship put up a good fight.  Most were captured alive.  Only the person wearing the space suit can give the order to release the mechanism so the suit can be taken off.  A brilliant safety feature installed by the suit’s manufacturer back on Earth.  The pirates pushed any captured soldiers out into space who didn’t want to take the suit off.  The pirates also pushed the guards into space who did take the suit off.  Those poor bastards would die of starvation and thirst before the suit stopped making air.  Convicts joined the pirate ranks right away.  No one wants to get pushed out into space.  All other convicts were given the chance to get in one of the lifeboats and be gone.  The news told the story that some of the lifeboats diverted course.  “This can only mean that some of the convicts aboard those ships now have control over its navigation and could be anywhere in the universe by now.”

“That’s pretty freaky right, Mike?  Especially since some of the guys we just put away were on that ship.”  Mike’s associate seemed to think that was pretty cool.  Mike thought so too.

“I bet they get picked up driving blind around the cosmos and land on Pluto until the military finds them freezing their asses off.”  Mike had little respect for the mind of repeat felons. “These guys aren’t the brightest.  I’ll bet none of them aboard was actually a rocket scientist.” 

“You never know,” said Mike’s associate.  “Some of those guys up there are like master criminals.  We aren’t the only ones putting criminals on those flights.”

The news channels followed the story for the next few weeks.  Most of the lifeboats had been recovered, with those aboard still alive.  Some of the soldiers on board the cargo ship were found maintaining a defensive positions near the command deck.  Seems the pirates weren’t interested in the ship.  It was the cargo they were after.  The entire case was traced back to the son of the American Ambassador to Israel.  The news said something about, “Glenn Greenberg, wealthy son to Israeli Ambassador Glenn Greenberg senior, sold and profited from information stolen and transferred to the Pirate Nations.”

“I hate hearing about Jews who screw over their own kind.”  Mike wasn’t a Jew.  Not everyone’s perfect.  He had plenty of friends growing up who were Jewish.  Mike loved food.  Latke were his favorite Jewish food on the planet.  That and real Israeli hummus.  The creamy kind, not patte.  Mike was back at work when the news about Greenberg broke.  The same associate from down the hall came back over to Mike’s office.

“Hey, remember those two guys we sent up for life sentences a few weeks back?”

“Yeah, the guys on the pirate ship…I mean the guys on the ship that was attacked by pirates.  Yeah I remember so what?”  Mike replied.

“A friend of mine from downtown legal said that those two guys we sent up haven’t been found.  There’s proof that they made if off the ship in one of the lifeboats, but after that there is no trace of them.”  Mike’s associate seemed to have that same enthusiasm he did the day they all found out about the ship being attacked in the first place. “My friend also told me that two of the guys that were with our pair on the lifeboat were in fact rocket scientists.  Both of those guys were headed to the penal colony for selling missile tech.”

“So, you’re telling me that we got our two career thieves, who stole all types of vehicles, teamed up with two other guys who are experts in missiles, flying somewhere around the galaxy unchecked?”  Mike was a bit baffled by the whole thing.  “It just doesn’t make sense.  There’s no where else to go other than to jail or come back to Earth.”

“That’s what I was getting too,” Mike’s associate said.  “The lifeboat was found on the moon in one of the shit districts two days ago.  So they did come back to Earth.”

About a week later, Mike came home at his usual time to find the door to his house wide open.  Curious, he headed inside at a more brisk pace than usual.  “Brittany…honey…you home?” he called out.  No answer.  He searched the rest of the house frantically hoping to discover some innocent reason for the front door being left open. “Brittany…” he called out again.  “Nixon.”  Not that she could answer but he was hoping she would make some sort of noise after hearing his voice.  Nothing.

Mike raced down into the kitchen.  Maybe something happened and Brittany had to go the emergency room.  Maybe there was a note left in the kitchen.  Nothing.  And there was nothing.  A blow to the back of Mike’s head turned out the lights of his mind.

When Mike woke up, his vision was a bit blurry at first.  He could hear a baby crying.  His baby.  He could hear a muffled voice or muffled sounds.  It was Brittany.  She was bound and gagged in a chair just a few feet from him.  Mike began to thrash and shift in his chair to break the bonds that bound him. 

One of the men who received a life sentence at Mike’s request was now standing before him.  “Never thought you’d see me again, man?  I think so.  Gonna give you the choice you never gave me.”  The second man Mike had convicted made his appearance.  Mike couldn’t even remember their names right now if he wanted to. 

“Please, let them go.  They didn’t do anything to you.  It was me.”  Mike tried to plead with his captors.  “Send them home.  Kill me.  She can give you money.” 

“Will you listen to this man.”  One of the lifers said.  “Nope, don’t want the money. It’s a lesson we be wanting to teach.”  Both men had slimmed down considerably since Mike last saw them.  “My brother and I have a lot of time in space thinking about some bad choices you made.”  They were taunting Mike.  “My new friends showed me the way.  Gave me a rocket they did.”

“Yeah, they did have a lot lying around.”  The other lifer finally spoke.  “Good thing we got in that ship with them.”

“Yeah, it’s a sign,” Mike was now trying to talk his way out.  “You guys lived when you should been digging for Fuel.  If you let me and my family go I can help you tell a judge that.  The judge might even commute your sentence.  You had no choice but to get in that ship with whoever it was.”

The first voice leaned into Mike’s face so he would be clearly heard. “Gonna give you a choice:  I put your family in that rocket and blast them off into the galaxy,” The two men did indeed have a rocket.  It was a smaller personal orbital craft, capable of moving between the Earth and the moon with ease.  Anything more would require the pilot to enter stasis or risk dehydration and starvation.  “Or I put you in there.”

“And where would I be going?”

“Up,” was all the man said.  Mike’s decision didn’t take long.  One of the two men freed him from his bonds.  Mike got up from his chair, walked over to Brittany and kissed her on the forehead.  Her mouth remained gagged.  Mike waled over to where Nixon was and picked her up and gave her a huge hug with tears welling in his eyes.

In the next instant, the two men picked Brittany up, chair and all and put her in the rocket.  The man of the pair who could operate the rockets controls didn’t even bother with a countdown.  As soon as Brittany was inside, he hit the launch button.  Two seconds after that the rocket was a few hundred feet above the ground.  A second or so after that the afterburners kicked in and Brittany was heading into Earth orbit and then out into the cosmos.

Orbit defense positions near the moon picked up Brittany’s rocket on radar approaching fast.  Defense control officers on the moon base tried to contact the incoming craft several times to no avail.  The order was given to fire at the ship.  One missile from the moon defense system was all it took to turn Brittany’s rocket into tiny fiery bits. Nothing left. Nothing.

It’s a shame no one would ever know that when the cargo ship was hit by pirates, Mike jumped at the opportunity.  Some of Mike’s shadier clients fed him the info that the two men were in fact heading back toward Earth.  In order to be an effective prosecutor, one also has to be a great criminal.  Mike wired money and plans to his shady friends on the moon.  Those people helped getting the two men safe passage back down to Earth.  Once on Earth, Mike met with the two men and staged the entire event.  Brittany had a huge life insurance policy.  Mike and Nixon lived in the lap of luxury until they both died in their ripe old ages. Mike never saw the two men ever again.    

02

Greenberg

Some people never learn.

“Glenn Greenberg, Inmate number OU812, the parole board has been ordered to inform you that your request for parole has been denied.  You will be next available for a hearing in ten years.  Have a great day.”  The automated legal representative’s voice was as cold as it was cheerful in its delivery.  The lighting inside the hearing room changed color indicating a verdict had been levied.  The room was only four feet by four feet.  A stool rested in the middle for the defendant to sit on.  Each of the four walls was actually a liquid LCD and provided a virtual reality of the courtroom back on Earth.  A planet two years away; even at top speeds.  If the parole board had granted his request, he’d still have to survive two more years just traveling home. 

Back on Earth, Glenn upset some very powerful people.  His attempts at blackmail backfired miserably.  Sending him to the penal colony at the Wormwood asteroid field was more to save his life than incarcerate him.  Greenberg would do his time at the Alcatraz station.  Both stations had an isolation unit.  However, the one on Alcatraz had fewer violent offenders.  Also, each and every one of the gang, mafia and underworld bigwigs Glenn pissed off, were all stationed together on the Riker Island station some eight thousand miles away in orbit just on the asteroid field’s rim. 

So when the light in the room changed color, the guard outside door read the orders off the data screen and acted accordingly.  The screens extinguished and the room became just a regular looking 4x4 room with a steel stool in the center.  The room had the scent of human waste.  Many a man and woman shit and pissed themselves after receiving his or her verdict.  The base of the stool was a drain so if that did happen, the room could be cleaned quickly for the next hearing.  The hearing rooms had to accommodate the 9 million inmates currently housed in the Alcatraz facility.  The Rikers Island station had it’s own set of hearing rooms for the 9 million or so inmates housed in the facility.  Each of the massive stations took years to complete.  Each was a combined effort from almost every nation back on Earth.  Each of the stations was as large as the island of Manhattan off the coast of what is left of New York City.  Two of New York’s five boroughs – Brooklyn and Staten Island – were devastated beyond repair after Super-Storm Sandradee.  It was the most massive evacuation effort ever undertaken by the United States of America.  The Rikers Island station was named in tribute for all the lives lost.  The actual Rikers back on Earth was abandoned years before the super-storm.  However, during the storm, the long-dormant prison was used as an evacuation center. Rikers Island saved countless lives.  Evacuees from Brooklyn and Staten Island found refuge from the storm. 

Glenn Greenberg was led out of the hearing room right after the officer outside opened the door.  “Bad news again, huh Greenberg?”  There was not an ounce of sincerity, or an ounce of compassion in the guard’s voice.  “Better luck next time.  Ten years is nothing.”  The guard motioned for Glenn to turn around so he could activate the electronic shackles around his wrists and ankles.  With the push of a button the guard could force Glenn’s body to reach for its ankles, leaving his ass in the air.  It was the oddest thing to see: 20 or 30 men in a pod, all grabbing their ankles after th e button was pushed.  When the guards hit the switch, some guys don’t even have clothes on and now some convict has his naked asshole waving in the air for the entire galaxy to see. When it happens, some people can’t keep their balance and fall over, looking all hog tied and ready for the spit.  Beats the old days when a man had to walk like a penguin dragging chains. The E-shackles allowed Glenn and every other inmate to face his fate walking like a man. For a second Glenn thought about Darren Auk, the biggest, strongest man Glenn had ever seen.

Auk was a victim of the human enhancement phase.  His already impressive six foot five frame was enhanced to where he stood at seven feet tall.  Skeletal additions, steroids, muscle injection, muscle additions harvested from “donors” added to his size and strength.  Glenn saw the footage.  The entire galaxy saw the footage.  Darren auk ripped a man’s arms off and then beat that man’s friends to death with the arms.  Auk was an ungodly beast of a man.  He was once able to resist the force generated by the E-shackles.  Auk killed two guards before being taken down. Auk squeezed the neck of one guard so hard his head really did pop off. 

Prison officials took this as a warning.  Auk was not the largest criminal in the galaxy.  The entire universe saw how he was able to resist the E-shackles.  The steps they took to prevent such a thing from every happening again was put in place for every inmate working the asteroid field – accomplished without a single inmate being made aware.  The cuffs on the E-shackles would now be laced with explosives.  Nothing too heavy.  The explosives were just big enough to blow off hands and feet in an instant.  The second time Darren Auk tried that super strength shit he bled out on the station floor.  The explosives at his ankles blasted him ten feet into the air.  Both hands sailed off in opposite directions.  Everyone around Darren Auk was covered in blood.  Scared the hell out of every prisoner.  The guards had the power to make a man bend over and now they had the power to kiss his ass goodbye. 

Glenn wondered how he would kill the asshole guard next to him if he only had a second or two before losing his hands and feet. No prisoner or guard ever met regularly.  All most guards knew about the prisoners was just what was printed on the orders at the hearing rooms.  Guards in the station were rotated regularly.  There was always a constant rotation of guards and their families entering and leaving the facility.  Guards and prison officers, male and female, were permitted to bring family with them to the station.

As mentioned, the Alcatraz station is as large as the actual island of Manhattan back on Earth.  Plenty of housing for everyone.  The ride from the hearing rooms to where his housing pod was equivalent to a subway ride downtown. Once Greenberg arrived he was handed over to the next set of uniforms.  Those brave men and women then escorted him to his home in the stars – a 12x12 concrete room with a sink, steel toilet, steel bed frame, an institutional mattress and bedcoverings and a few personal items.  Prisoners were not permitted commissary like prisons back on Earth.  Officials thought it best to keep prison economies from springing up.  Tobacco was the only vice permitted.  The terraforming levels of the station grew tobacco as well as many other fruits and vegetables for consumptions.  The station had livestock too.  Low risk inmates with lengthy sentences were often assigned to these units.  The Rikers station had its own version of the same.

All guards, regardless of gender wore full helmets with reserve air supply, full body armor, gravitational boots and emergency tether lines. In the early days of building the stations, there were one too many accidents involving hull breeches. Even a hole an inch wide in the hull can take a life.  Too many guards and inmates alike succumbed to the effects of outer space entering the facility at a sudden intrusion.  Inmates were crushed being pulled through openings smaller than their bodies. It’s called the vacuum of space for a reason.  Wearing all this equipment also kept guards’ individual identities private.  Inmates could barely tell guards apart from one another. Never stops them from trying.

Greenberg could care less if he could tell his guards apart.  Once he was shoved inside his cell with the shackles off, what did anything really matter after that.  Talk about being thrown in a hole and then having someone throw the hole away.  Greenberg was the son of a wealthy businessman turned politician back on Earth.  Glenn senior was the American Ambassador to Israel.  The plight of the Palestinian people struggles along as it always has.  For centuries, one PLO leader after another, refused to make any concessions unless absurd concessions from their side were made reality first.  Jewish leaders finally had enough.  COVID APEX forced the hand of Zion.  Israel’s Iron Dome Defense System was exponentially expanded.

Gaza and the West Bank were deemed sovereign lands of the Palestinians – whether they wanted them or not.  The Knesset voted for the building of a wall much higher than the walls they already had separating the two countries to be built at once.  Missile defense systems were installed along the top of the wall.  Heavily armed antiterrorist drones fly round-the-clock sorties along the wall making sure no one tries to go over or under. No more negotiations.  In 2020, bold steps were taken and Arab nations joined Israel’s dream of peace in the Middle East.  Israel’s Prime Minister put it clearly, “For centuries we have tried.  The world tried.  Now there will be no more trying.  There will be only doing.  What we are doing is the best for all.  This is now your land.  Do what you want with it.  You can no longer blame Israel for your misery.”  When the wall was done, every Jewish soldier reported to their side of the wall.

With the discovery of Fuel at the end of COVID APEX, the economy of every oil producing nation crashed.  The Saudis went from wealth to paupers.  Some items still required fossil fuels and oil.  However, most nations on the planet capable of producing any kind on their own did so.  Arab nations once swimming in wealth – even during the darkest days of COVID APEX – were now nations of paupers.  Only Arab nations brave enough to work with Israel as a partner survived.  Iran, always an enemy of Zion, became a nation of hate-filled terror mongers and pirates. Syria forged deeper alliances with Iran to survive.  Jordan became a wasteland.  A country filled with death.  Surrounding nations, trapped, loaded up and deposited their most feral; those who lost their humanity because COVID APEX changed their DNA, and dumped them into Jordan.  The feral attacked, killed and ate everything they could get their hands on when the world collapsed.  True Jordanians became an endangered species.  The feral hunt freely in packs when food drops are late.  Glenn Greenberg Senior was the point man in the American Government’s administration on the containment of Jordan.  Glenn Junior cut a few lucrative side deals introducing American defense manufacturing CEOs to Middle Eastern leaders.  Capitalism always wins. Some of the same CEOs were also on the meet and greet list for certain leaders within the political arm of the Pirate Nations.  Greenberg would collect a fee from them as well. 

The Pirate Nations, as many in the world began to call them, used the power of fear to interfere with the politics of nations.  Pirate Nations had representatives in the World Counsel of Earth.  A veiled attempt at legitimacy.  Glenn Greenberg served as an Adviser on his father’s administrative team.  Glenn, a Jew himself and educated at one of the finest Yeshivas, could speak English, Arabic and Yiddish.  After the evacuation of Brooklyn, the Orthodox Jewish community was granted land in northern New York State to set up a community.  The community was named, New Williamsburg.  Businesses and the surrounding area thrived with the influx of cash and so many new people looking to put down roots and begin anew.  Glenn Greenberg was educated by men of God.  Then he betrayed those men, using the knowledge they gave him.  The name Greenberg will forever be linked to the Yiddish word, Moser.  In the ancient tongue, it means traitor.

The legal and political arms of the Pirate Nations lobbied world leader for favor, trade agreements as well as other arrangements.  Pirate Nations had the perfect business model.  Allow shipping and trade rights or those that refused their business offers risk losing everything before it even enters the atmosphere.

The Pirate nations were able to purchase old starships and retrofit them wit the latest in weapons and technology.  Iran refit its entire Navy to meet the requirements of being an effective high-speed attack craft. Iran no longer had the money it once did.  The Strait of Hormuz was no longer a means to collect illegal and unfair tariffs from passing cargo ships and oil tankers. 

Glenn Greenberg sold the Pirate Nations information regarding an American shipment of tech bound for Israel.  “I’m not sure what’s inside, but with all the money both sides are spending to protect this package…it might be worth something to you and to me … if you know what I mean.”  Glenn Junior provided maps, times, coordinates, everything a pirate would need to stop a ship and steal the cargo.  If things went really bad, the Pirates could have one of their star ships fire from orbit.  That would pretty much leave no traces of anyone having ever been in the area.

The information the Pirates received was good and accurate.  The speed was speeding across the Atlantic Ocean at flank speeds.  Because of the power of Fuel, cargo ships no longer had to be in the water to travel.  They could rocket right across the water’s surface.  Only in port did large ships need to sit in the water.  Oceanic species on the verge of extinction came back to life. Days of sea travel crossing Earth’s oceans was reduced to only hours. 

As the cargo ship was preparing to slow it’s engines before coming into port range, the two missiles hit the starboard side.  The ship was instantly knocked over on its side into the water.  The cargo ship’s navigation systems instantly went to work righting the ship.  Three attack craft came out of nowhere and pulled along side the damaged ship.  All vessels were now resting on the surface of the ocean prior to its entrance into the Mediterranean Sea.  Those with weapons on the cargo ship prepared to repel borders.  The Pirates opened fire killing anyone on deck.  Once aboard small firefights erupted.  Soon the ship was under the control of the pirates.

The prize:  Brand new military equipment and enough COVID vaccinations to keep an army healthy and moving for quite some time.  The pirates thought they had hit the jackpot.  The guns listed in the inventory could fire FUEL rounds.  That meant the bullets could travel farther, faster and hit with greater impact.  The vaccinations were the good stuff.  Not the cheap shit the World Counsel sends out to the world’s poor.  Some of the pirates grabbed a syringe, shoved it up their noses and breathed heavily.  They were now immune to all forms of COVID for at least one year; longer against he weaker strains.

It was a shame the pirates weren’t allergic to bullets.  When the pirates heard the first set of explosions above deck is when their immune systems began to be tested.  American and Israeli orbital guns decimated the pirate’s attack craft from miles above the surface of the Earth.  The pirates were now trapped on the disable cargo ship. Greenberg was playing both sides against the middle.  Greenberg tipped off the Americans and Israelis once the funds from the Pirate Nations entered his account.  He told the Americans that he could not verify the authenticity of the information he received, but he believed that the intel was sound.  The Israelis were tracking the cargo ship once it entered into the southern Mediterranean Sea. 

No fewer than five American and Jewish attack craft showed up on scene to reclaim the cargo ship.  All pirates were summarily killed.  When the Pirate Nations got word or the double cross they shared all the information they had on their business dealings with Glenn Greenberg with both the Americans and Israelis. 

Greenberg’s father blew his own brains out right after his lawyer called him to tell him that Glenn used his father’s personal bank account to launder most of the funds Glenn junior got from the Pirate Nations.  Jewish leaders on every continent called for Glenn Greenberg Junior to be publicly executed.  For committing suicide, Glenn’s father would no longer be going to Heaven.  “The Moser deserves to rot in hell, he does,” Jewish Orthodox leaders cried.  “He has Jewish blood on his hands, he does.”  The information provided by the Pirate Nations showed that the Greenbergs profited off a multitude of pirate activities – activities that resulted in the loss of Jewish and American lives.

Glenn junior was picked up in his father’s Jerusalem office.  Glenn junior found daddy with a big hole in his head, slumped over onto his desk, a brand new crimson paint job on the wall behind daddy’s body.  Glenn heard the shot.  He raced down the hall after the secretary screamed.  Glenn senior’s lawyer was still on the phone, “GLENN, GLENN…is everything ok.  I thought I heard a gunshot.” 

Someone dialed 911.  Police arrive time was almost impossible to believe - they were already in the lobby.  They were there to arrest both Greenbergs.  The lawyer was trying to give Glenn senior a head start.  Too little too late.  The trial was public, broadcast on every network.  The Pirate Nations didn’t want to assassinate Glenn junior.  They wanted him alive. Glenn’s wife got wind of the sting and she actually made it to the airport in Haifa.  From there she instantly went into hiding.

It was about a week before Glenn was handed his sentence of life; parole hearings and postponement of execution contingent on his continued cooperation in deciphering the inner workings of the Pirate Nations that his wife was found.  She was found inside one of the COVID refugee camps in Northern Africa.  It was one of the better housing units to live in.  Egypt held its economy together quite well.  Egypt had one of the only orbital launch points in North Africa.  She had money enough to afford the best the slums had to offer.  She and the man she was with in her two-bedroom dormitory were quietly shot and killed at the same time right through the window.  Drone piloted rounds.  His half-hard penis was still in her asshole when Mossad agents discretely came in and claimed all of the electronic equipment and portable devices Mrs. Glenn Greenberg had in her possession. She should have never bragged about the data storage micro chip Glenn had he implant into one of her breasts.  To save time looking, the Mossad agents separated the loves and then cut off both her breasts.  Saved time in locating the chip.  Like digging through a bowl of rice pudding.  The microchip and all of the devices held a trove of information about the Pirate Nations and their inner workings; political structure and underground bosses. She was hoping to use the devices to buy her safety.  Can’t sell something no one wants.  The information, when in the right hands, saved a lot of lives.    

When Glenn’s E-shackles were removed and he was able to move freely about his cell, he looked over the prison menu displayed on his cell’s video monitor and decided to have the chicken.  “I hope there’s Jello.”               

REPRESENTATION
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