Initially, I resisted the idea somehow the idea of owning other people didn’t set well. My friend and neighbor, Mike, advised me to get some assistance, particularly with an Asset Auction coming up soon. I worked a lot of long and hard hours at it, with little time for socializing or the finer joys of life. Now, I was a town boy at heart, but was attempting to make something out of the dilapidated mess that had been left to me as my inheritance. I had inherited a small farm from my uncle, who died an alcoholic death after letting the farm deteriorate almost into ruin. I was trying my hand at what few small operators ever make a living at: farming. I was only about thirty-one or two or so, at the time. In the larger towns, it was done quarterly, in the smaller ones, once a year. Within a few years every town of any size received an allocation of criminals to disperse. There was some initial resistance to the new system, mainly from those who were concerned that criminals would be back out on the streets again, but once the pilot scheme established that the citizens would be safe, and the offenders would actually be worse off, it was difficult to find an objecting voice.Īt first, the prisoners were auctioned in the cities, but a cry from the country, stressing the need for cheap farm labor, meant that they system was soon extended to the smaller settlements. It was a double bonus for the government, fewer prisoners meant lower running costs for the state, and the Department of Correction actually made a profit out of selling the unfortunate offenders off. With the exception of a few particularly uncontrollable recidivists, second and subsequent offenders were sold off to the highest bidder, to work off their sentences. Now, the prisons held mostly first offenders. These markets had been held for more than a decade now, and first came about when the government decided that there were too many prisoners in the nation's jails, that they were costing too much to maintain, and were producing nothing of value for society. Today’s was a special market that occurred only once a year. It was market day, but not the normal kind of market day that came around once a month. If I did, it would only be to make it better. Had I known ahead of time, I don’t know that I would have changed any of the events that followed that day. I didn’t realize it at the time of course. It was the beginning of a whole new way of life for me. He waited while I belted myself into the couch, and then turned the vehicle towards town. "Not a problem, glad to help out" replied Mike the driver.
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"Thanks for the lift" I exclaimed as I climbed into the cabin of the waiting hovercraft. Mild editing was done to the original story (part I) to make it consistent and flow into part II. Revised and expanded to reflect a fantasy based on this story.
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Originally by “Anonymous” Revisited by Krister