[ WP ] Major prison sentences have become a choice between two pills . One just kills you . The other , well no one knows what that one does ...

`` We find the defendant guilty of crimes against the state.'' The juror recites this line as if he is telling me my lunch order is ready, or that he has managed to roll his 401k over. He must know surely what he has said, and the meaning those words say to my fate? I ca n't argue with the decision, it is just I wonder as I stare at him, nodding to whatever the judge is saying, does he know the penalty crimes against the state hold? Death by choice. When you are convicted of a crime that carries the death penalty you have two options, the yellow or the green pill. The yellow pill is death, instantaneous and without much fan fare. The green pill is left to the imagination. Nobody knows what this pill does or who exactly chooses it. All the public knows is that when the yellow pill is taken, which is most of the time, the person is given a proper funeral. The green pill has no funeral, with family and ex girlfriends trying to out grieve the other. The judge turns to me and the juror sits down. I do n't look exactly at the judge but rather at the state seal below him. I do n't really care what he has to say, I already know which pill I will choose. 
 
 I have thought long and hard on which pill I will take if I am ever caught. I am apart of the revolution, trying to uproot the oppression and tyranny of the state. I have served this noble cause for 6 years, since I was 17, and took a vow. The vow was that if you are ever caught and charged with crimes against the state you will take the green pill. This is because we are not like other criminals and do n't want a funeral like everyone else. It is our last chance to laugh at the face of the state and say can we have more. I await my moment to tell the judge how I will decide my own fate. He continues to blabber about my crime and how he does n't understand that we ca n't assimilate like everyone else to the state's wishes. I spit on the ground between my legs at this despicable shill for our overlords. 
 
 `` Very well, I see you are ready to make your decision. By the powers of the state invested to me I give you the final decision on what life will be. Will it be the yellow pill signifying your end, or the green pill signifying the states end of responsibility to you?'' The words I have waited to hear for 6 long years are finally upon me. I rise out of my seat and make sure to stare the judge directly in the eye. 
 
 `` I have forever been against the state and their treacherous ways. Now I will not decide to take the easy way, I will forge my own way and take my chances with the green pill. I finally will be a free man and away from the fingers of the state. Green I say, Green.'' The words have never felt better coming out of my mouth and through my mind. I have repeated them over and over again. 
 
 `` Let the court take not of the defendant's decision. The state is now not responsible for what happens here on. Good luck in whatever happens after consumption.'' I am quickly whisked away from the courtroom, there is nobody there to say goodbye to. My family all passed away years ago, and the remaining members of the revolution are not foolish enough to reveal themselves. I am quickly taken to a basement were a car is waiting. I feel a slight pinch in my neck and the world fades away. 
 
 I awake to the sun beating down on me. Seemingly trying to blind me with its brightness. I groan and turn my head away and feel what I am laying on with my palms. It is sand. I quickly pop up and look at surroundings. I am in between two plateaus, there is saguaros as far as the eye can see. I can hear vultures flying above me. I am in the middle of the desert. I start grabbing at my clothing pockets. In one of the pockets I can a package of some kind. I take the package out of my shirt pocket and see the green pill. On the ground next to me is a Arrowhead bottle of water. So this is what the green pill means death in the desert? Isolation? What are they trying to do, I have n't even taken the pill yet. I say fuck it, tilt my head back pop the pill and take a swish of water. I lie back down and wait for something. 
 
 As soon as my head touches the desert sand the world around me changes. The sky goes from blue to a blood red. The sand around me starts to bubble like boiling water. I see the vultures turn into demons with wings. I start hearing screaming people all around me. They are all seemingly in a great deal of pain, like they are getting tortured. Suddenly all the saguaros and rocks are on fire. I then hear something much scarier than tortured screams. I turn around and look at which seems to be the biggest demon of them all. He has hooves for feet, his skin is black, his stomach bulges out. I keep spanning towards his head which is the worst part about him. He does n't have eyes as much as black pings where his eyeballs should be. He has horns pointing in different directions. He starts coming towards me, I turn and run. I go around the first plateau trying to find a place to hide. The demon all of the sudden comes out of nowhere. He reaches down and grabs me in one full swoop. I am rising above the fiery landscape, he pulls me to what should be his eyes. I am screaming the whole time as he bites down on torso and eats my head whole. 
 
 I awake in what feels like a cell. I can remember nothing of my name, or my past. All I can remember is the demon dream. The desert of hell and being eaten alive. I hear a knock at the door of which I guess is my cell. I still have no idea why I am here or what my purpose is being here. An old man with a balding head with grey sprouting out the sides. He is wearing a grey uniform of some kind. I ca n't really tell what this uniform represents or who. The grey man takes the chair across from my bed and sits down. After staring at me for what feels like years he finally speaks. 
 
 `` I am the leader of the revolution, you have been recruited to take down the state. Will you join us?''
