Morning Pride Suspenders

Bill Larantz out of a door, accompanied by three armed security guards. They turned left into the long corridor, walking methodically slow. He noticed the dark blue stretch uniforms they wore, which had a bright yellow triangular band on the front, centered a large Star Chrome - the symbol of the World Federation.

"What is it like to work as a security guard?" He asked cheerfully, hoping to somehow break the solemn atmosphere of his companions. But it was in vain because they did not respond or even acknowledge that he had spoken.As they walked along the investigation of Bill faces of officers and found that they looked straight ahead carefully, but saw nothing. It was as if they were locked in their heads.

The corridor was oval shaped and dimly lit by neon lights streaming along each side, behind glass covers. The walls were faced with a dark gray-blue material, which is disturbing to watch.

They quickly approached a gate Large Four-section at the end of the corridor, next to which stood a keyboard developed. The officer deftly typed a code to access the entrance. The large door opened by the two upper and progress in the separation while the lower sections separated and moved downwards respectively. Through the opening they entered a spacious white at the center of which was a huge console. Close the control panel was a light field Fluorescent green, which stretched from the floor about eight feet.

They continued on the topic for the green field. The door closed behind them with an arrow giving it a surprising bit of a beginning. He felt his heart flutter for a moment and then he quickly recovered when he realized what it was. Entering the field a big head in three dimensions has appeared before the sport look very threatening. The group made a few steps, then stopped abruptly.

"Bill Larantz please step forward," a loud voice blasted from speakers hidden. Bill meets a little weak in the knees.

"I'm Holax Maddan, chief arbiter of the Western Area district, the World Federation," continued the spokesman fateful. "Case departure WF-SH-sentence hearing 448xx7 4:45:00 pm-07 / 24 / 2110, "Holax said, as if it were a hand, sending the communication to the public some other unknown.

Attention was directed toward him quickly while Holax said: "You were convicted of the following crimes: three counts of attempting to overthrow the World Federation, two counts of conspiracy against humanity and two hundred heads of murdering Federation staff. "

There was a momentary pause abruptly, because the big head glared at him fiercely, and then she continued, "Due to violent and terrorist nature of your crimes, you have been classified as a Level Six Convict - maximum danger and destructive for society. Therefore, this Court hereby life sentence you to the Lunar-A maximum security penal institution. You will leave at 8:30 am-07/25/2110. All your personal data - as we speak - being removed from all database. You're not Bill Larantz, that identity has been permanently erased as if you had never emerged. You are now the property of the World Federation. Your identity is now L-1/INM-448xx7. As the property of the WF you can and can not be subjected to psychiatric experiments, including drugs, shock and surgery. Do you have something to say for yourself before you begin sentence? "Asked Holax concluding with a more disabling and expression.

"I am neither a criminal nor a terrorist!" Bill began his retort it difficult to find in the eyes of the fax giant head in front of him. "My colleagues and Freedom Fighters are trying to restore lib.