The last thing I remember is that I was strapped on a wooden chair with electrodes fastened to my head and onto my legs. Then there was that noise of flipping switches and then my whole vision started wobbling. There was a humming noise echoing throughout my whole body before and I started feeling very hot. My whole body convulsed like a fish out of the water, except that my body was strapped tightly to the chair.
I could even smell my flesh being roasted as I was being electrocuted on that chair. Those military guys just stood there watching while smiling as if I was doing some standup skit. They are ruthless, enjoying themselves as they watch me getting electrocuted. It hurt like hell.
Although I already had accepted my fate. I was a bit disappointed with the military for choosing electrocution as my execution. They could have just used beheading or lethal injection, but they opted for torturing me. Those two options would even at least save some electricity and save energy. The least I could do to contribute for the betterment of the environment before I died.
But the military police were filled with ruthless assholes who had little sense of the well-being of the nation, thanks to the evil autocratic government. The current government was ruled by the royal Warren family, the crappiest and most ruthless rulers of all time. They ruled the nation and its people like we're from the game of sims. Little to no care about the people of the nation, it only functioned to fuel the needs of the Warren family only strengthening their rule and power over the nation.
Even after I was wrongly sentenced to death, there will be hardly anyone who will miss me.
I was just a dropped-out-of-school orphan kid, almost an orphan. After my dad's death serving in the military, my mom ran away with all his money leaving me behind. I then somehow worked as a graphic designer for a small firm trying to survive.
After working my ass off I was finally able to rent a decent room. And having fun with work, I finally started enjoying life for the first time.
Until we recently landed a project regarding an ad campaign for the autocratic government. Which were making us work on a big project almost for free. They just forced us to only accept their projects with bare minimum fees which made it even harder to live. We couldn't even pay the electricity expenses.
I was fed up. I became a graphic designer in hopes of going into the entertainment media, working on movies, creating posters for Hollywood Blockbuster, creating mind-boggling VFX, and working with high-class celebrities. Finally escape this god damn shit country and live overseas living a decent life.
But the government screwed us over and here we are photoshopping ugly politicians' faces like removing their pimples and nose hair before creating billboard hoardings. Fucking ugly politicians even come haunting me in their dreams with their ugly mugs.
But somehow we got used to it and it became normal.
After a long day at work, I would spend the remaining day watching anime and reading manga and light novels to pass the time. To be honest this was a great way to cope and forget my problems. Sometimes I did some gaming to pass the time, except that my pc could never actually support high-tier games. My life was boring but there were people out there who had it even worse. And I hoped this would continue for the end of my life.
But one day everything changed.
The military police came barging into our firm with an arrest warrant. My firm didn't even bat an eye and just gave my address and personal details in an instant.
That was when my life was officially over.
Because I must be the guy who was arrested for the lamest reason to be killed.
I received a call from my editor around 2:30 am and she urged me to make a poster for the authoritarian leader for his new campaign 'Donate to the poor, Donate to military police', I know that sounds totally nonsense and I don't even wanna know the mental state of the man who created this campaign. Leaving the government's crazy stunts aside I accepted my editor's request in a heartbeat.
There was no sense of responsibility or passion for my work.
I had a crush on my editor so to impress her I readily accepted her request.
I completed the work and even got approval from her to finish the poster by 4 am.
The only mistake I made was naming the poster's PSD file as 'Dickhead Warrens.psd' as a joke. I usually change it later but only this one time I emailed the PSD. file unedited. I was too sleepy to even remember that I did such a thing.
I remember it was Sunday and I had a day off. I got up late and had already forgotten all about it
Shit got real when I was arrested and abducted by the military in the middle of the street when I was returning home from shopping for groceries.
I was later tortured by cutting off my fingernails, suffocating underwater, lashes, salt on wounds, etc.
My life completely changed into a 180. I totally lost the glimmer of life and had a mental breakdown.
Later the military police charged me with multiple felonies that came out of nowhere. I was the prime suspect who had recently hacked the government system and stolen public welfare funds.
The 1st thing I don't know is jack about this hacking thing.
The only last hack I ever tried to do was to search for the wifi password of my nearby neighbor. That also was just guessing the password like his wife's name, favorite snack, or just 1-9 numbers, and guess what! I still failed.
So how the fuck am I supposed to hack the government's solid-proof system. I can't even unlock my phone properly without the note pin in my wallet.
The only hack I could do was photoshop a real dick pic and paste it on the politician's and royal member's face to make it look almost realistic. I certainly had this idea for a long time but I was too scared to implement it.
But the military police didn't give a fuck.
There was a trial for my namesake and guess what, I was found guilty of the crimes with incriminating evidence that I was the one responsible for the hack. Even my own firm gave testimony against me that I was a hacker. They didn't even show any remorse while lying to my face.
And I here thought that I wasn't an orphan anymore, this firm was a family. I was shocked beyond belief.
Even the girl I had a thing for, the editor testified that I was a creep and pervert who sexually assaulted her. I was not just a hacker stealing public funds but also a hungry molester.
I worked my ass off to impress this chic and already dreamed of becoming a couple. I was this close to confessing and asking her out.
Bitch didn't even bat an eye as she lied. She even went all tear-jerking like a real rape victim.
Something snapped within me and I then became numb to feelings. I was then sentenced to death after the trial ended.