“ I have nothing to say.” With that declaration, the judge called for the jury to deliberate. Everyone looked at me as they led me out of the room. Their faces showed their anticipation. What exactly they were waiting for varied from person to person I suppose. Some probably waited for a sign of remorse, many waited for me to do something monstrous. What happened to the idea of innocent until proven guilty. I see now that the idea of public executions never really left us. Originally the advertisement for a “gala event“ meant the gallows were the feature attraction. Well, welcome to my gala event.
One the ride back to holding, I stare into the sunset wondering if God is happy with me. I ask the
“Don’t overestimate yourself,” he sneers.
“Keep your glasses, no one should profit off of the deeds of Robert Torus,” he said.
Everyone will profit from my deeds I thought. I don’t’ expect any of the humans to understand, and do not mind that they will put me to death for upsetting them. I will try to explain the reasons for my actions. Not for vindication, but as a lesson for everyone to learn years from now. I have yet to pick a recorder for this lesson. I have been consistently approached by writers of different varieties, but they are all so similar its disheartening.
What to tell an author? Why did I do it? Boring questions presented by people who cannot handle anything other than a boring response. If God had not specifically stated that I tell someone at the end, I would say nothing and try to hurry the whole trial and death drama. As I return to my cell, I silently lament the receding daylight. The guards do not provide me with light other than a window. When the sun drops, and the darkness falls outside, I get to sit in the dark because the animals see me as the animal.
