Finally back in control of your own finances, your wife sits by the head of the bed. Her youthful hands tenderly holding your own palsied one. At the foot of the bed, your grand-daughter stares intently at the floor. In her hands an insincere bouquet of flowers is twirled as she refuses to lift her head.
The machinery clicks, purrs, beeps, and pumps, ensuring your continued survival in as much comfort as can be managed.
"Susan." she flinches at her name.
"Grandpa." she answers, she lifts her gaze slightly, and you see her eyes through the veil of her fringe.
"I just thought ...." she stars sobbing.
Beside you, your wife, tightens her grip, in reassurance.
But you trust her like you'd trust an estrogen soaked jackal. She's just as manipulative.
"There, there... But now I've served my time for breaking the law." you huff out the words, your dry throat croaking. "I've taken my punishment."
"You, however, Susan haven't broken the law."
Her head jerks quizzically to the side, and lifts ever so slightly.
"But you have betrayed family..." you wheeze, "and that is far worse."
Pushing the button you summon a nurse, you take a deep breath of pure oxygen as you wait on one arriving. Susan squirms uncomfortably in her chair.
Three tall, and muscular nurses appear. Their crisp uniforms doing a poor job of hiding their muscles or their curves. You take their looks, as trophy, as a sign of how widespread F'Aurèal treatments are nowadays.
You give a clear nod, and the three nurses grab Susan, she shrieks in protest, and struggles. But the nurses are used to worse, and she remains firmly in their grasp.
"Alas, Susan, I took authority for you, after you showed such poor judgement, in having me sent away." you growl the last few words. "In fact, you are now considered a mental incompetent, and I have power of Attorney, absolute control of your future."
You gesture to the bedside unit, and Jackie takes out a computer tablet. You activate it with your fingerprint, and an image shows up on screen. It has the desired effect, as she gasps at the image. Already she has worked out Susan's punishment.
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"Not all prisons have walls." you tell her.
The nurses lift her out of the chair, and take her away for surgery. As she is taken away, she spits threats, and abuse at you.
You just chuckle, until you start a coughing fit. She doesn't even know her future, although she is assuming it will be bad. It's tempting to want to see her reaction, as she wakes after the procedure. But it will also be overseas, and leave her without any identification, or personal history.
The door closes behind the little group cutting off her cries and threats.
"Now that that unpleasantness is dealt with, I can focus on my own concerns." you tell Jackie.
"I can help you design your new body." she suggests with real enthusiasm.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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