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Just the survivors...
America has fallen in its second recession after another half a century. There was something that the government needed to cut back on. Something useless. Perhaps it was simply an act of cruelty, or perhaps not. All that's really known is that the one who suggested the idea had never spoke up until that meeting with the president. A crucial meeting that would decide what would never be the same after that day. The day they passed the National Assylum Relocation Act. It was something they all knew would result in only death. They knew the only way they could gain profit from this act would be to cut down their numbers by more that a two thirds. It was cruel, it was evil, but they were desperate. Deciding that this act would effect only those that were under forty, they began to prepare their top secret projects, creating habitable islands all near the southern states. They would pretend that they cared, pretend that they had the best intentions for the insane. But really, they would simply treat them right until they became crazy beyond all reason, which would happen only by neglecting to give them their medicine.
The project took ten years to complete, and once the law was finally effective, they began tagging and shipping the young patients to the island. They placed bracelet tags on their wrists, tags that doubled as identification and watches. Their only means of food was the fish, the fruit, and the cafeteria, that had a months worth of food for the max compacity of 100 inhabitants. After that they would have to fend for themselves. The cafeteria was simply a large building with machinery in it. The only way you could eat is to go to it at your designated time and scan your bracelet. Then a metal tray would drop and you could get your food. It worked that way for breakfast, lunch and dinner. No staff would be placed in danger on the island.
It would be considered a genocide on the mentally ill, but their families knew about the act and never pulled them out of the assylums. They left them there knowing the vague possibility that something would go terribly wrong, living their own lives. And so it began...
Just the survivors...
America has fallen in its second recession after another half a century. There was something that the government needed to cut back on. Something useless. Perhaps it was simply an act of cruelty, or perhaps not. All that's really known is that the one who suggested the idea had never spoke up until that meeting with the president. A crucial meeting that would decide what would never be the same after that day. The day they passed the National Assylum Relocation Act. It was something they all knew would result in only death. They knew the only way they could gain profit from this act would be to cut down their numbers by more that a two thirds. It was cruel, it was evil, but they were desperate. Deciding that this act would effect only those that were under forty, they began to prepare their top secret projects, creating habitable islands all near the southern states. They would pretend that they cared, pretend that they had the best intentions for the insane. But really, they would simply treat them right until they became crazy beyond all reason, which would happen only by neglecting to give them their medicine.
The project took ten years to complete, and once the law was finally effective, they began tagging and shipping the young patients to the island. They placed bracelet tags on their wrists, tags that doubled as identification and watches. Their only means of food was the fish, the fruit, and the cafeteria, that had a months worth of food for the max compacity of 100 inhabitants. After that they would have to fend for themselves. The cafeteria was simply a large building with machinery in it. The only way you could eat is to go to it at your designated time and scan your bracelet. Then a metal tray would drop and you could get your food. It worked that way for breakfast, lunch and dinner. No staff would be placed in danger on the island.
It would be considered a genocide on the mentally ill, but their families knew about the act and never pulled them out of the assylums. They left them there knowing the vague possibility that something would go terribly wrong, living their own lives. And so it began...
