Author : Duncan Shields, Staff Writer
The correctional facility did not work for me.
I left the building with the need to make up for lost time.
I waited exactly one day and sixteen hours before I grabbed someone and dragged him into an alley to resume work on cleaning the world like I was destined to do.
I guess the cops didnâ€™t tell me about the remote probation device theyâ€™d installed in me.
I had my hand drawn back to start working on this terrified man the way the voices had directed when all of a sudden my body felt like it was on fire. My muscles spasmed and I collapsed to the ground in the dirty alley amongst the needles, newspaper and grease.
I stayed there for half an hour. People went through my pockets and found nothing. They stole my shoes.
I woke up angry.
I punched the dumpster beside me, denting it with my hands. My body erupted in searing pain again as I did this. My muscles spasmed and I collapsed to the ground for a second time.
The probation device was wired to my bodyâ€™s pulse and respiratory system. It was wired to my brain waves.
I needed to remain calm and positive or I would be shocked into convulsions again.
I practiced on cats and stray dogs for three months.
Now I can kill an animal with no change in my heartbeat or breathing. I can do it with nothing but positive thoughts in my head. The creator would be proud.
All the time Iâ€™ve been practicing on the animals, the voices have been demanding I resume my job. They donâ€™t understand about the probation device. Itâ€™s maddening. Itâ€™s been torture knowing that I canâ€™t resume my work until I perfect my innermost emotions.
Itâ€™s time now. Iâ€™m ready to do a human.
I leave the front door of the cave of boxes Iâ€™ve made in my squat like a trap door spider coming into daylight.
For the second time in my life, I feel like Iâ€™ve been released from prison.
I have to make up for lost time.