Date: April 23, 2084
Time: 2200 hours
Location: NYC
"But I didn't do it," he screamed, struggling against the officer's grip. He might have gone willingly, except he knew it was not the murder he committed that he would be tried for. It was the treason. No judge or jury would be present to hear his plea or issue a verdict. There would be no guilty, not guilty, or even not guilty by reason of insanity for him. Even though he knew he was sane.
Saner than these brainwashed cops, that's for sure!
"I didn't do it!" he repeated.
"Yeah, right." The anonymous officer, as distinguishable as an ant, threw him in the backseat. His head collided with the door on the other side. He flopped on the floor and pulled his legs in before the cop could slam the door on them.
"Aren't you suppose to read me my Miranda rights?" he said. The cop cocked a nasty smile, his moustache curling up devilishly. The cop's smile affirmed the treason's suspicions. He knew he would be going down for the entirety of his crimes. After all, what's one more life lost compared to rebellion against the system?
Not a damn thing, that's for sure, he thought bitterly. They had to protect their precious system.
"Hey!" he said, his voice cracking as he tried to keep up the charade," Hey cop! What about my Miranda rights?"
He adjusted the rearview mirror to look at the man half slouched over in the backseat. The cop licked his lips with a grimace.
"You won't need'm where your going."
The treasoner nodded his head, knowing he had not evaded the system and now awaited the ultimate punishment-execution without a trial. That is, if he was lucky and they didn't slowly torture him to death for information. He thought of the mutilated bodies the government cremated, all of the records destroyed, all of the evidence concealed, except for the few pieces the treasoner had smuggled out over the years. Confirmation of the system's flaws, the setbacks to achieving the perfect society. The sacrifices made for democracy.
He knew he was next, and he would not wait patiently for them to ties him down, chokes him, suffocates him, electrocutes him…When waterboarding became "unconstitutional", they just got more creative. There really was no way around it. Not unless the whole system came crashing down with it.
By the time they reached the facility, he positioned his body accordingly, head on the seat, legs in the air pushed against the door.
"You gonna make this difficult? I got government officials all over this place. They'll shoot you on the spot," he said while opening the door.
"I know," the treasoner responded as he wrapped his legs around the cops' throat and gave it a quick snap. The cop's body collapsed to the floor. Immediately gunfire retaliated, bullets penetrating his chest, head, and torso before he could even shut the door to defend himself. A nearly instant death. All he could have hoped for once he was arrested. The officers involved were criticized for their stupidity and later terminated for their involvement, and for possible treason. After all, who would help the treasoner kill himself except for another treasoner?
But eventually, it did not matter. The secret did not die with him, the secret that could one day bring them down if anyone else had the valor and the will to fufill the cause. The treasoner died happy. After all, what was one more life, even if it was his own.