I heard that the first 10 lives are the hardest. Constantly getting injected with needles and cut open with scalpels. Constantly feeling the pain of gaining an "immortal" body.
That's what awaits me. When I say immortal body, I mean a body that cannot die by normal means. There's been stories of inmates being fully decapitated, and reviving from the dead in the next hour.
There's video footage of an inmate being torn apart and it's body moving back together and fixing itself right up. The crazy thing about it is, the person was ripped apart by another inmate. See because of the inability to die, the inmates have gained an uncanny ability to repair their muscles at an extreme rate.
This was discovered by a frail mad scientist who wanted to change his situation of being the prison bitch. It's not like they separate the females and the males in this facility. On the contrary. They promote procreation. Taking off 100 years of both parties every 10 kids. In exchange the kids are taken from them and raised to be the guards of the facility.
Back to that scientist. He was the prison bitch for the females. They overpowered him and took him forcefully. You can see why he'd want to get stronger. With that discovery known, all of the guards were implemented upgradable versions of the immortal gene. They constantly got stronger. Faster than the inmates could. Enough so that they developed Psionic abilities.
They also gained the ability to gather Psionic energy. Studies showed that the Psionic abilities are only accessible to the ones with upgradable immortal genes. Slowly the guards became so strong that one guard could warrant over 100,000 inmates alone. It must be known that the entire facility has a population of 700 million people give or take. That being said, there are currently 7,000 warrants.
The unused warrants which numbers in an astronomical number of 7,000,000,000 are used as militia. With batches and batches of forces sent out to space for the ultimate explore and conquer mission, there is nothing to say with how much power we have.
But that doesn't concern me. What concerns me is what will I do. Who will be my allies, and who are my rivals. How will I adapt to such a cruel world. This is completely different from what I am used to. The social norms are out of wack.
The structure of a stable government is all but a dream. There are no political parties. Only people who rule and people serve. This world is like no other and I am supposed to live out a hefty sentence.
"Will you stop looking at me?" I ask that mystery man, but to no avail. His stares are interrupting my train of thought.
"What's your name?" I ask again hoping to get a word out of his mouth. Nothing, not one word slipped through his tongue. The silence was throwing me off. This was my first time experiencing such silence. Dark and eerie. No words spoken no noise mad.
"You didn't do it." The man finally said.
"What did you say?" I ask as a confirmation of the broken silence.
"You didn't do it. All of those crimes put unto you are not the ones you've committed. I can tell. You don't smell like death. You smell like a shallow pool of blood." He says in return.
"Finally someone who believes me!" I exclaim aloud. This is the first time someone didn't doubt my humanity. But what good does that do for me. I'll probably die countless times, for no apparent reason.
"You didn't do it. You didn't do it. You didn't do it. You didn't do it. YOU DIDN'T DO IT!" The man started yelling. It began to creep the guards out so they yelled in order to silence him. None of that worked so they instead muted him. I know what you're thinking. How could you mute someone. It's relatively easy actually. You just take the guard control key and you point it at the chip in his head. It then sends a signal to his throat to shut the fuck up. Simple right.
Anyway enough with talks on the psycho. I'm worried of which warden I'll get. Will it be Warden Gumrey. I heard he constantly kills Whoever has the misfortune of being under his watch. The best bet is honestly getting under warden smith. Otherwise known as miss Seductress. She doesn't give you a hard time unless you can't satisfy her in bed. In the end though, life will still be the same. Stuck in this wretched system.
I guess there's nothing more to it. I'll simply lay low and keep a straight head. For as soon as I am 'rehabilitated', I shall begin my decent into the darkness of the world.