Street Life

May 5, 2002

This is my first time to post a story here. Never done it before.


Street Life
Innocent Guilt

What is life but endless time spent by people pulling our strings. Who are we but mere puppets spawned to do the dirty work of people above us. Deadlines control the very fabric of our isolated lives we live. Machines that steal the minutes of our lives away from the depths of that life which we have lived. We are free, Free as a bat that must return to cave when the light shines brightly in there faces. In this cave we shelter and hide from that depths of reality as the sounds of life echo from the past. Those very sounds that haunt us of what could have been and should have been.

This is the life we chose to live or did we? The very act of birth itself is a continues tormenter. These lives forced to live because of the actions of the parents before them. Yet tormented with no will or power. Weaken by the endless struggle to stay alive. Living like scavengers on the bits of pieces waste. These small pieces rusting away from a once favored society.

Yet how can you blame I that you toss out like a old copy of yesterdays news. Piled underneath the others who have been tossed aside from you we arise to strict terror in your eyes. The mildew dripping off of our torn clothes that cause you to hold your noises and act like you don't see us. We are here waiting. You may have forgotten us, but we never forget you.

We never forget how you hold us back from jobs because we don't meet your standards. We know how you taunt us because we were born of lesser blood. This blood that descents from our ancestor who once were like you. Yet you forget because now we look like we do because of your very society that put us here.

We have no meaning to your peaceful society. That very society that started the program. The very society that decided any person living on the street was to have no rights at all. We either had a choice of being shot on site or being lead to a cryogenic freezing faculty. My fate would be to be sent to one of these places. My name is Dan. One of those forgotten souls that was forced into this treatment.

Chained in the back of the van I waited this very fate. A line of twelve others were forced face down next to me. Each of them chained up the same as I. These bondage's held us from escaping to the world you love so much. You would think that a republic such as this would leave us some dignity, but even that right was denied to us. The worst part of all the humiliation was the ball gag placed over our mouths to rob us from protesting this very injustice that was being done. Another form of humiliation that they forced us through was the very act of removing our clothing. They claimed we were nothing more then animals and didn't deserve the right to them.

After a hour of being cramped up and chained in the van we arrived at our destination. Each prisoner was appointed guard that would take them to their cell. Due to the lack of space these cells were builded small and constructed so that the inmate had very little room to move. Even a coffin held more room then these poorly built cells.

While being escorted into the cell the guard explained the process. A slow mist would start to form above me. This mist would then spread into every corner of the cell. As I en-hailed each breath I would began to get cold as each bio-toxin spread through my Body. Ironic during our medical development we would invent a way to have our own victims kill themselves so that everyone involved would have no guilt. Natural death would slowly take over as the body froze to death choking on it's own lungs.

As the mist started to fall I felt very scared. All I had done wrong was be poor. It wasn't my fault. It wasn't my parents had me when I was on the street. I didn't do anything wrong. Why was everyone treating me like this. A tear of sadness trickled down my face. The mist soon filled the cell and I was choking. Each breath drained of its strength. My heart began to slow down just like the last beats of a drum at a dance. Then I blacked out.

At that moment I thought my life was over. I thought that the tunnel of light would open up and swap me away to a better world, a better place then this. Slowly I seemed to regain some of the five senses that had been robbed from me.

“Awe it seems our little one is finally starting to wake up.”A female voice spoke.”Don't worry in about five minutes or so your sight will start to come back to you. Although you might notice the world has been deluted of color. This shouldn't alarm you because it is all part of the process. However the first step of the process will be the recovery of your arms and legs. Again there might be a slight lost of control, but I wouldn't worry about that. For you see instead of cryogenic freezing like we used to do. Now we simply just regress our population of poor people. It's a lot cheaper and are population that can not reproduce or adopt through normal agency can simply pay a amount to us and we will supply them with a healthy baby. Oh and as a added bonus if you end up back on the streets living as a diry little striper or bum again you will simply be brought back here. Won't that be fun? Yes it will.” Slowly her words trailed off into a evil and saditisc laugh.

If I had thought life couldn't get anyworse then it already was; I was wrong. For I was then passed onto a table adjust where the lady was. The feelings to my nervous system started coming back slowly just like the lady had said. Yet any movement I tried to make seemed blocked or tied up. Almost felt like I was confined in a straight jacket. It wasn't till my eyes adjusted that I noticed just what it was. A baby's blanket wrapped tightly around to protect. At that moment it hit. I had to go to the bathroom and bad. I wanted to control it, but nothing was working right. It just came out. All I could do was cry. Not only was I confined to a helpless body, but I was robbed everything.