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Monday, December 12 2016
Tikelya was jolted awake by the sound of the guards and a buzzer opening his Door. He was awake half the night; he wouldnt get this opportunity for at least another year. A tattered note arrived for him yesterday, no return address on the envelope. The note was blank but folded inside was a business card for a lawyer named Litigator and something about his law offices. Very surreal and very unwanted in a time like this. A little more sleep would have helped keep him sharp today.
A guard marches in and barks at the tier: "All Prisoners in line for count!"
A handful were separated, including Tikelya; those having business at the courthouse today went with a group of guards. They were herded in a van and strapped in, then shackled to the floor. An unfamiliar convict next to him asked him about his case.
"I've done one year and a day on a four year stretch. If I hadnt made a plea deal it could have been a ten to fifteen. I only got one writeup and I'm hoping they'll send me home on parole today for good behavior. I could be home for Christmas!" replied Tikelya, clearly relishing the thought
It took most of the afternoon before the board was ready to hear his situation. After a year in prison he no longer considered the wait times of anything as long as food and bathroom visits were as scheduled. Sitting in the climate controlled room in a cloth chair and watching those around him was pleasant in a way that reminded him of being a child. Finally, they marched him in, unshackled his hands, re-shackled him to the floor, and began to inspect his file.
"Prisoner, are you in fact Tikelya Wu'Tang, AKA Cockfight Fat'Nar, AKA Ayliket Doom, and is this your file?" asks the man in charge of the hearing
Tikelya politely answers in the affirmative.
"Your alias preferance seems to be voilent. "Cockfight?" "Wu'Tang?" Are you a danger to society?" The same man asks
"No Sir, I'm not a violent man. Those were just stupid jokes.
"You are here to be assessed for parole. Lets get to the point. What do you have to say for yourself? Why should we consider letting you back out on the street?"
"Sir, I have had very good conduct here, and done all that I can to become a better person and educate myself."
Tikelya sounds convincing but has clearly rehearsed this line.
"Your conduct reports note a writeup for defecating in a sock"
"That was only one time..." Tikelya mumbles
"Are you aware of the terms the state mandated for your release?"
"Yes Sir, I was to serve maximum of four years, minimum of one, up for parole after one year. Yesterday was one year. I have tried to be a model prisoner and I have worked in the kitchen for six months without incident" Tikelya has regained his composure and delivers this line like he really means it
"You also agreed to abide by the law, and rules of this institution, and not violate any good faith agreements you make with the public, and to show your devotion to full disclosure during the plea bargain process by telling anything that would violate this before trial. Have you done this?"
"Absolutely Sir!"
The Speaker for the parole board stands up, as if he has been waiting for this moment, and says: "Since the time of your incarceration, numerous individuals have come forward claiming you caused damage to them in some sort of virtual world. An anonymous individual has submitted a USB memory card with a folder named "fraps" that shows numerous violations of personal space of others, causing them death or harm, using awful language in public, and lastly several surname violations about which you continued to argue. You failed to secure a lawyer in this digital world and none there is provided for you. If this is how you spend your free time, sir, you can spend another year in prison thinking about how to make any world you visit a better place!"
The guards immediately seize Tikelya and he does not resist. They let up a bit as they cuff him and begin to lead him back to the van. He gets in without incident and after a while, they depart. He's already thinking of next December and fingering the card he has removed from his front pocket.
"I must contact Asgard. I'm sure my friends can hire this Litigator to solve my everquest problems. Then I can be free again.."
He's lucky to be near the window, and although he is shattered, he enjoys the view.
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