So I’m just sort of scribbling, seeing what will come out. It passes the time, I guess. There’s nothing else to do. The cell is cold and boring, with everything gray and beige, though I do have a window that shows a tiny patch of blue sky. Maybe writing this will distract me, at least a little, from the fact they’re going to kill me soon.

There’s no point sugar-coating it—it’ll happen. My lawyer is half heartedly trying to put up a defense, buy me more time, but I don’t know why he bothers. The trial’s in a few weeks. Though can you really call it a trial if there’s no jury, just some judge deciding your fate? The government is keeping it all hush-hush. The media aren’t meant to know—most of the people here don’t even know who I am or what I’m meant to have done. I overheard the guards talking about it. I’m not in a normal prison. They don’t even have prisons in San Francisco anymore, there’s so little crime. I’m locked away somewhere else, but we didn’t travel long so I think I’m still in Northern California. Maybe they took me to the Sierras? The air seems colder and crisper.

If it ever does get out, I wonder if they’ll let me read the news feeds. They’ll call me all sorts of names. Some will be true. Some won’t.

The judge will say I’m a criminal, and then they’ll put me in stasis. Freeze me like a popsicle, and then I might as well be dead. That sounds flippant, I know, but that seems to be the only way I can write about it without crying.

Shit, never mind. There’s tear stains on the paper now.

Putting people in stasis is Pacifica’s answer to capital punishment. They’re not killing them, but cryogenically freezing criminals. It happened a lot more in the early days of Pacifica, after the United States split up. Now, maybe only a dozen people, tops, are put into stasis every year. It’s only for the really hopeless cases, those who don’t respond to Zeal therapy and will never be redeemed. I guess they think I’m unredeemable.

Hardly anyone who goes into stasis comes back out. It does happen—some tireless lawyer will discover someone frozen was actually innocent. They come out of it, disoriented, to find years have passed them by. One woman was taken out after thirty years. Her husband and mother were gone, most of her friends had moved away. She ended up committing suicide, because she felt the rest of her life she got back wasn’t worth living.

How would I react if I was frozen and woke up in fifty years to discover Taema was old and frail, or gone entirely?