text: It was thirteen hundred hours, time for one hour of recreation for the rehabilitants. There were several rooms fitted with an array of custom weightlifting equipment, state of the art electronic research centers, a fully functional gymnasium that was fitted with an adjacent squash court; though it saw seldom use by anyone aside from the guards and there short lived intermural league. Six task bots flow down the hallway and divide themselves equally amongst the cells. Once the monoliths become stationary, both sides of each cells glass wall, uniformly slides open for the prisoners to exit. The machines wait diligently till the one-hour of recreational time is complete, and the glass doors close, each inmate properly accounted for in their respective cell. The robots then file back to the center of the room where they reform their line and exit back through the large glass door. As the hallway becomes void of all machinery, water jets slide out along the base-circumference of the area. High-pressured air shoots along the floor creating clouds of fine dust particles. In the center of the room a large grate slides open for the water to fall into. The jets then resend back into the walls as the dust settles on the ground. The drain collects no water before closing and becoming flush with the rest of the floor. The prisoners’ quarters are there usual quiet with no irregular disturbances. A dim yellow light projects onto the glass wall of a prisoners cell by the name of John Glad. The main glass entrance to the quarters slides a slot open wide enough for a task bot to glide through and approach the radiant yellow wall. A soft chime rings in John Glad’s cell followed by a female’s voice. “Congratulations prisoner John Glad, you have concluded the remaining time in your sentence and have become completely rehabilitated, please allow the task bot to escort you to your shuttle.” The yellow tinted glass slides open with a task bot entering the cell. The skeleton of John Glad is laid out on the metal bench, his jaw slack as it rests on a wrinkle of his orange jumper. “Please allow me to escort you to your shuttle.” There was no response from the skeleton. “Let me assure you that the outside world is a beautiful place that is very accepting of formerly incarcerated and rehabilitees of the judicial system.” Again, the skeleton lied on the metal bench, unwilling to acknowledge the task bots assuring words. The task bot extends one of his metal appendages and forms a loose grip around the skeletons wrist. “Don’t be scared, I’ll assist you.“ The task bot pulls up on the skeleton, easily snapping off the forearm at the elbows joint. The task bot then exits through the opened glass wall, down the long hall and towards the entrance of the facility. At the main foyer is a large atrium where vehicles pull up to pick up or drop off prisoners. The task bot reaches the exit and pulls alongside a short pile of skeletal appendages. The task bot loosens its grip on the arm as it falls atop the pile. “Make the most of your newly acquired freedom, best of luck.” The task bot then returns to its usual routine. The yellow light that once reflected on the John Glads’ cell fades off leaving his partial skeleton lying in darkness.