John was born pre-logical revolution. He had the mindset and the habits of the old days. Even though drugs were available through any Doctor, he felt that it was nobody's business to interfere with his life. Anyway, the provided dose was not enough to completely lose consciousness and run around town shouting at the hallucinations created in his mind. It was the third time the social regulation committee had caught him in the street after consuming the month supply of his neighbors heroin on that afternoon.
"It was a nice time man, the old days. All day sleeping on the street, hustling for the next trip. Food from the trash, dumps for toilets and water from the fountains.", he would say in a breaking voice to the operator of the Law Imposing Machine. The operator sat quietly waiting for the machine to compute what would be the obvious sentence. John new too, and felt scared. It didn't take long for the result, and as soon as the machine read out the answer, he was attached to a heroin drip. It had been stipulated that everyone sent to the island had the right to his favorite vice for the next 8 hours.
Everyone greeted Jon with a smile at the island. He was about to have the happiest month of his life. There was no desire that was not complied. Everyday he woke up to the smell of fresh bread and coffee, and offered immediately a dose of drug of his choice. As he went out of the room one day, a beeping sound caught his attention. He saw a man lying on a bed. It was the last day of that person in the island. John asked to be present for the procedure, and was of course granted permission. The doctors gathered around with their tools, and soon started the biorecycling process. The skin was carefully cut, along with his eyes and one of his arms. After finishing, one of the doctors hurried to the helicopter with the sign "David+3". The process carried on, with every remaining doctor stepping into a different helicopter. At the end, there was no one left, not even the beeping sound.
John went out of that room, and went to a chair that was near the blue sea. The sun was halfway down, and the water reflected the colors of the upper half. There was no ending to the sky if one was to look from above until the shoreline. A woman came by, and asked if there was anything he could have for the evening. There was some hesitation for a moment, a need to plead for forgiveness and redemption. But it was the days of David. He layed down, and decided that night for some lobster and morphine.
