Soros would be targeted . He ' s no longer in the shadows , and thousands of americans know his name . If he brings violence to my country , and hurts my countrymen , he will never know peace on any corner of this earth . He thinks he ' s special and isolated . He isn ' t <| sep |> Fuck that is an elite throw , trust me , I know elite . <| sep |> The miracle effect . WHERES MY AUCTIONEER ? . oh . <| sep |> Agreed . It ' s the only viable workaround , bar using one of those recording programs which has to record each individual song from your soundcard as it plays . You get a few jumps , and the song ' s ruined ! <| sep |> What extension is that ? <| sep |> Okay . What ' re you waiting for ? <| sep |> Tolzieno the Machino <| sep |> That was off topic <| sep |> Could we , you know . NOT do this ? Sorry pal . Rules is rules . A quite large , yet kind looking man with a dirty blonde mop of hair stood outside my cell . He watched me , not entirely concerned , as I sat inside , grumpily packing a duffel bag with what I thought I ' d need . I turned to him . Seriously man . I ' d really like to not do this . He shrugged . Rules is rules , can ' t help it . I was caught trespassing in an abandoned factory that had been scheduled for demolition . I thought it would be cool to hop the fence , explore the place , take a few pictures , and leave . Perfectly harmless , right ? Apparently Uncle Sam didn ' t think so . I came out , started to drive off , and was immediately pulled over and taken into custody . Cited for trespassing , which I guess makes sense , but then somebody with a taser up their rear tacked on that I ' d stolen copper wire from the place . No jury , no proof , just a guy at a desk with a stamp , and bam . Guilty . Was given the choice between Indentured Civil Servitude a slave of the State and the Time Isolation Act . My previouslymissing lawyer supplied by the state showed up and encouraged me to choose Indentured Servitude . I encouraged him to jump into an active volcano . I turned to the big man again . You know I didn ' t really do anything , right ? He leaned back against the wall . Prosecutioner says ya did . Well , he ' s wrong . Why are you even here ? Don ' t you have people ' s rights to infringe on ? Oh , wait . I glared at him . He chuckled . I ' m just here to make sure you don ' t kill yourself . I hate mopping up these cells . Dude . I flexed my hands , then stopped . Calm down . Would you arrest somebody for ripping the tag off their mattress ? His eyebrows knitted together . Hmm . Probably . If there wasn ' t anything better to do . He looked over at a clock on the wall , the tick tock of impending injustice . Seven minutes , pal . Hustle . I grunted . This is ridiculous . Seven minutes until I ' m unceremoniously cast through the breadth of time into some completely random ancient city . Awesome . I was ready , as much as I could be . The people who chose the Time Isolation punishment only had a week to prepare , but I feel like I was somewhat prepared . The first thing I did was make sure I got all my shots the last thing I wanted was to be cast back in time then die from polio or the Black Plague or something . The second was to rip apart several linguistics books and staple them together , hopefully capturing as much as I could from the dawn of writing around 36000 BC to around the fall of the Roman Empire . I really hope I don ' t end up in China though I ' d HATE to have to learn Mandarin . The third was to get my hands on a makeup kit . Someone who didn ' t look like others was either a God , Devil , or slave . After that it was pretty simple basic survival necessities took up around three pounds , weapons , ammo , portable solar charger and various electronics took up about thirteen pounds . Then I just started throwing in random crap to fill the bag up to the thirtypound weight limit . And now that I was seven minutes away from my fate , I realized I ' d forgotten an extra pair of socks . So upsetting . I finished packing the duffel bag , wrapped all my extra clothes on , and turned to the blissfully apathetic gentleman at the cell door . Ready , O mighty harbinger of Justice . He chuckled again . I would have punched him if it would have done any good . He opened the door and I stepped out , bag on shoulder , hands in pockets . He led the way down the maze of hallways , towards a light blue door with a scale next to it . Go ahead and stand on it , then . he said as he gestured towards it . Hmph . I did . 178 . 3 lbs . Ha . Barely under the limit . A keycard flashed from his belt , opening the blue door . He pointed at a slightly raised pedestal in the middle of the room , pretty empty except for my lawyer , a representative of state , and some other guy with a nametag . I stepped up on it . The state representative launched into a quick recital of something that I assume was supposed to be heartfelt or inspiring . Probably just to ease his conscious . I ignored it and instead glared at everyone in the room , then at the giant mirror that was obviously twoway . . to be justly punished . Seymour Rennolds , do you have any final words ? I turned . Drilled my eyes into his gaze . You know you ' re a bunch of twats , don ' t you ? A moment passed . Right then . Goodbye , Mr . Rennolds . He pressed a button on the wall . My gaze contorted as I was torn apart and sent into the Aether .