by AirTimmith

Created on: March 09, 2007   Last Updated: May 01, 2012

Hope is the quintessential human emotion. It's the one thing that holds our dreams, our goals, our aspirations, and so much more. In my opinion hope is the most astonishing invention that humanity has ever come up with, second to the sterilization and sanitization of medical instruments, but that's got nothing to do with this. What part of the mind holds hope? Romantics will tell you that hope is in the heart, scientists will tell you it's not real, psychologists will tell you it's mandatory, and sociologists will tell you it's learned through your peers and families. My hope resides in Alexander Graham Bell and his invention of the telephone. To be more exact, the little red telephone on the wall next to the table I'm lying on.

My name is Daniel Sullivan, my crimes against the state range from bribing those in high offices, burglary, hacking of and into government secured databases, and the redistribution of tax money in such databases. I read in a newspaper that one of the guards gave me eight days ago three very important nuggets of information. The most important in my opinion, being that the people of whom I'd helped were rallying to save my life, and eventually free me. I also learned the other two pieces of information; that I had done in total a damage to the government of 465.3 billion dollars, and I was scheduled to pay for it in eight days. Maybe it was hope that had me believe that red telephone would strike up its bells and order me to increase the length of my life past midnight tonight, or maybe it was the thoughts of the people who were better off because of me. But regardless, everyone in that room knew that there would be no phone calls, there would be no epic saving of my life, there would be no dramatic finish to the 28 years I've spent on this earth... just a button, three injections, and sleep.

The one thought that keeps me sane is that I did the right thing. Which then presents the question of my situation... If I did the right thing, then why am I laying here, strapped to a slab in front of a camera being watched over by security guards, a man in a white lab coat and a priest. The priest I suppose is mandatory at these sort of things, in case I decide to ask for forgiveness from my sins. I smiled thinking about this, glancing over at the priest and nodding for him to come over to me. He did, walking over slowly, followed closely by one of the security guards who had seen too many insane men try to make a last desperate stand. I locked

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