THERE WAS NO TRIAL. Geoff admitted his guilt. It was a foregone conclusion, and when he thought it over he realised was tired of life anyway. He did not recognise the world he lived in anymore, and he could not understand where or why exactly everything had changed.
He had only a week to wait. He spent the entire time in his cell, his face turned towards the wall.
At last the guards came for him. They took him to a small room containing a hospital bed, a doctor and two nurses. Geoff noticed the restraints on the bed.
He spoke the thought at the forefront of his mind.
“Will it be quick?”
“Quick? In what sense?” The doctor stopped checking the various hypodermics on a tray and regarded him, puzzled.
“I mean, will it be over quickly? I don't mind dying, but I'd rather get it over with,
