[ 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 ...

They said that I had a choice. That my sentence for the ‘ heinous ’ crimes I had committed was to choose a pill. One pill would kill me straight out, kaput, no contest, donezo dead. Laying on my back, light fading from my eyes, like I had seen so many others do before me. Because of me. It fascinated me to think of myself lying there, cold, unmoving, not breathing or talking or thinking. But my death would be anticlimactic that way. No blood, no screams, no passion or trying to fight for my life. No animal instincts overriding my rational human mind. No. That would not be a death fit for me. Fit for a messiah. Fighting for your life is the most pure experience anyone could ever have. I ’ ve seen it. I ’ ve seen the blood soaked faces, the screams of pure agony being ripped from their throats. The determined look in their eyes when they think they can kill you instead of being killed. They always either lunge or run. There are only two pathways for fear to act upon the primitive brain. Fight or flight. Those that run are found and quickly put to rest, not worth the time to purify them. They lay on the ground, eyes rolled up in their heads, mouths open in an eternal scream. The flighters are so boring. Those that fight, now, those are my favorite. They are willing to go through the rigorous cleansing of their souls. The fight for their lives. The fight, that allows them to atone for their sins, and be cleansed to ascend into heaven. And I swear, when they ’ re done, they ’ re the most peaceful of all. They had a chance and they took it. For someone who gave others that chance, it would not be fitting to take that away from myself. 
 My second choice is a science experiment. Apparently no one knows what happens if you take that pill. Nobody has ever chosen that before, preferring to die a painless death, rather than face the unknown of the pill. Death row inmates apparently believe that they can atone for their sins without anguish or torture. A painless death, however, is useless. You arrive in heaven without paying for your sins; without acknowledging that the whole point of life is anguish and suffering. Only then will you know what true bliss is in the afterlife. This second pill probably gives you cancer, or makes you go insane. They would never give something safe to death row inmates, preferring them to die than even staying incarcerated for their entire lives. It ’ s got to be something worse than death, and so I want it. 
 
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 “ He chose the second pill huh? ” 
 
 “ Uhh, yup. Guess so. ” 
 
 “ So, did it do anything other than kill him? ” 
 “ I guess not, that ’ s weird. ” 
 
 “ Oh shit. Hey Bob? ” 
 
 “ Yeah Carl? ” 
 
 “ I mixed them up. The pills. Look at the bottles, I usually put them in the exact same order every time. But this time, I mixed them up. ” 
 
 “ So he chose the first pill? ” 
 
 “ Looks that way. ” 
 
 “ Well, we ’ ll just tell everyone he chose that pill. Doesn ’ t matter really anyway, now that he ’ s off the streets. ” 
 
 “ That ’ s true. Alrighty, sucks though. I really wanted to find out what that pill does. ” 

