So it is, I have a lethal injection administered to the pit of the brain awaiting me. Strapped now to a stainless metal table, Charlie on the next meat trolley, I offer a sigh from a feeble heart to my sleepy lids. The droids draw clear deadly liquid from a vial, no more than ten feet from us. Charlie passes out, his head lolling to one side.

Spiders bite and hurt. Snakes kill. There are so many deadly things on this world, which I had avoided with skill up to now, my 35th year. But nothing is more deadly, it seems, than a public requiring a scapegoat. Or two. We were set up. This was now rightfully serious with no escape. They showed us that cctv recording and I was stumped. I mean we were pissed and everything, but there’s no way we killed somebody. It looked like we did though. It was indefensible. There we were, beating the shit out of this fat politician guy in a dark, leafy path at the side of the golf course that we used to cut through. Robbing his belongings too, when he lay there looking dead. So we were reprimanded in custody, sweated out 1 night in a restraining field with the droids for guards and now sentenced and convicted in a blindingly fast 2 days. Talk about a lynching.

I heard a buzz and a droid drew near.

As it’s appendage of death extended, Charlie’s head flipped around and he whispered…
‘those bastards at Playstation.’

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