Judicator

She skipped toward her home. At 7 years old everything seemed right with her life and she could not remember feeling happier. There wasnt a cloud in the sky and the sun warmed her skin as she hummed a tune to a song she could not quite place.

There it was, home. She skipped up the driveway and to the door. As she raised a hand to knock, she paused. A discordant frisson ran through her as she noticed the door's lock was splintered and the door itself was slightly ajar. She slowly pushed it open. 'Mom?' She stepped in. Despite the warmth outside it felt cold in the hallway and the light spilling from the door to the lounge oddly lacklustre.

'Mom? You in?' She called, a sense of foreboding settling upon her. Hearing the sound of running water from she walked down the hallway to the kitchen continuing to call out. She pushed through the door expecting to see her Mom by the sink washing dishes.

It was empty. She furrowed her brow. Something wasn't right. Mom should have been home making dinner. They should have been sharing a laugh and an OJ right now. She pulled the stool over to the sink and stood on it to turn off the tap. It was then she heard the thump from upstairs. She climbed off the stool and moved to the doorway into the hall. There it was again, another soft thud. She tried to fight the crushing dread that tightened on her chest and moved out into the hall. Gingerly she looked up the staircase. Thud, behind her this time. She spun quickly, too quickly, landing on her behind.

And started screaming as she faced the insectoid thing dripping in gore that was dropping her Mom's head with a wet thud on the floor then picking it up in a chitinous claw and dropping it again. Her scream cut short when a similar claw clamped around her neck...

The room was bright and airy. A cylindrical white device the length of a man took up the centre. Clustered around were a group of smartly dressed men and women listening avidly to the authorative figure pointing to different facets of the machine as she announced cheerily.

This is just the pyschological softening, we havent even gotten to the pain scenarios yet. Ladies and Gentlemen. Here at CX Technologies we know that victims want justice and we believe that The Judicator 1200 offers exactly that. It is the ultimate in capital punishment for any government. She grandly gestured at the brooding machine At a ratio of 1000/1 V-Time versus real time, the 20 minutes we witness here is a terror and pain filled two weeks for the criminal culminating in cardiac arrest or fatal seizures bought on by the horror they experience in thousands of virtual reality scenarios. Scenarios, which as you have just seen are indistinguishable from reality to them. In that scenario you witnessed, the criminal here was that little girl.

Now She beamed brightly at them. Any questions?