[ WP ] The death penalty has been replaced by a one way trip to Mars .

The flood of perfect white raging outside forced my windowpane-like eyes shut every time I tried to open them. The bleaching luminance however did have a warm embrace; it settled over my shaking cold face like graceful feathers poured from a sun-baked pillow. 
 
 My breathing floated and settled like dew within my deathly lit bowl. All of the scratching, tapping, creaking and thumping objects from before the countdown seemed to have been wrapped in soundproof wool. The only discernible sound from the overwhelming white noise was the scratch of the atmosphere stabbing at any thing resembling a crack. I guess it was trying to be the first to execute my unforgiving sentence. 
 
 The usually lively ecosystem of species spread through my limbs seemed to suffer some slight dismay with my penalty. I felt scattered tingles as most of them burrowed, scuffled or shook back into the small retreats and cracks. My body was giving up already... and I've barely left orbit. 
 
 As things quieted down I started to smell the blood on the dirt of Mars - oh the irony of the starry dream I had in my time with toy trains, cotton candy, dirt and drunkenly formed fatherly discipline.
