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air into her lungs.
"Was it worth it?" Scott had to shout to hear his voice
through the loud ringing in his ears. "Was it worth it?" He put
the barrel right into her pretty face.
A few seconds after he pulled the trigger, the horror of
what he'd done wiped away the rage of her betrayal. He turned and
became violently ill across the gore-spattered bed sheets. Lying
there, shaking, finding it hard to breathe in the smoky room, he
bitterly cursed fate for only giving him two shotgun shells.

#

Scott pleaded guilty and asked for the death penalty. The
judge called it a crime of passion and gave him 20 years. For the
first few months in prison all he could think about was how to
kill himself. Having all that time on his hands and a single
thought going through his head was worse than death. I deserve
this, he thought.
None of the guards or his fellow inmates ever gave him
trouble. Everyone knew why he was there. It was as if the local
gang leaders and the warden herself felt badly for him. It was the
warden who approached him about the medical experiments. When it
was explained to Scott that there was a possibility the procedure
would leave him lobotomized or dead, Scott agreed to do it. The
warden nodded to herself, as if it confirmed what she'd been
thinking.

#

The FMA Center in Livermore was a long, four-story glass and
brick building built in a semicircle, curved around a park with a
fountain. From his cell window Scott could see the fountain; it
was usually surrounded by medical personnel standing around in
small groups, smoking their cigarettes. FMA, Scott learned, stood
for "Federal Medical Authority." From what he could tell, the sole
purpose of the FMA Center was for performing mandatory
sterilization and abortions, and for conducting medical research
using convicted felons. It was high security with auto-locking
doors, metal detectors, and video cameras everywhere he looked.
Scott never came in contact with any of the other prisoners. He
only saw Dr. Louis Kline and armed guards --- and there were
always armed guards around Dr. Kline.
Dr. Kline ran him though a series of medical, psychological,
and intelligence tests. Scott enjoyed the intelligence tests, as
they were all trick questions and it appealed to his sense of
humor. He thought they were funny. He gave a little laugh as he
answered them, which made Dr. Kline frown. Scott couldn't tell if
Dr. Kline was mad that he was laughing or because he wasn't
falling for the tricks in the questions. "I'm going to tell you
the truth," he said to Scott. "I don't like you."