Before force-field confinement bands, criminals were sent to prisons. My first few months in the slammer, I was assigned to cut potatoes in the mess hall. However, the guards realized too late that I was not to be trusted with pointy objects.
After that, they just good, old-fashioned locked me up. If they were trying to reform me, even that wasn't too effective because I ran into some kindred spirits.
One of the biggest problems with prisons in 2009 was that when you locked up criminals with other criminals, it turned into a criminal university of sorts. Always an over-achiever, I set out to graduate with honors. I learned some sweet moves.
It got so bad, they had to keep switching cells on me.
Still, no matter what new kind of cage they put me in, they soon learned that you can't contain the human spirit behind iron bars. That, and I was in for a minor offense and was paroled in no time.
With the new-found freedom, I decided to:
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