I never expected to find a secret government testing facility to be hidden in the basement of an electronics distribution company. Two of my armed guards positioned themselves on either side of the elevator as the other two prodded me further into a concrete room lined with a copious amount of computer equipment and not a single cell. Four large machines sat against one wall looking ominous. Like a cross between a sci-fi cryo chamber and a fancy coffin.

The leading man, dressed in a white lab coat, spread his arms wide as he turned to face me. "Welcome to your new home for the next ten years."

I looked around again. Computers, the coffin things, and another room that screamed "break room". The ceiling consisted of those ubiquitous white foam squares and small fluorescent lights. Again, there were no cells. I had been pretty sure I was going to be strapped down to a hospital bed and force feed experimental drugs as an unwilling test subject. Were they going to sit me down at a computer and force me to do structural engineering for them for the next decade? I gave the guy a skeptical look. "Odd place to torture someone."

The guy in the lab coat snorted. "All you conspiracy theorists are the same. You're a class one criminal, we only do final safety testing with the class ones. And you're particularly lucky as you get to sleep through your sentence."

I glared at the man as he walked up to one of the sci-fi coffins and pulled open a man sized drawer. "Ten years?"

"Ten years." He confirmed. "These things have only been tested up to a year so far. We don't expect there to be problems, but they need to be tested before we put worthwhile people in them. Now, you're going to need to get undressed."

I glared at the man as one of my armed guards unlatched my handcuffs and stepped back, his hand ready to pull his stun baton. I didn't trust these assholes, but I was the one in the orange jumpsuit and my objections didn’t matter. Hopefully these were the professional assholes and not the rapey ones. There was no doubt I was going in the coffin. The guards were waiting for me to make a run for it. I did consider it, but even if I somehow managed to make it out of the building, I'd never escape the city.

The pod and electrodes were cold, but the assholes were the professional sort. Thankfully I wasn't claustrophobic, but if I had to spend much more time in the coffin that might change. I took a deep breath in and tried to relax. This was my punishment for not trusting the government. For the deviant behavior of faking my government required drug records, not voting in their rigged system, and attempting to build a bunker to survive their inevitable collapse. Yeah, this is my punishment for wrong think. Very 1984. Conspiracy theorist my ass.