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Just looking at him, you would never guess just how rich John was. He'd probably look just like every other disabled person you've met in your life. Except, he's not disabled, not exactly. John is a millionaire biotech inventor from Vancouver B.C. He's invented all sorts of gadgets that can basically turn people into cyborgs. And it's because of one of those gadgets that now leaves him in a wheelchair, not that's not because it malfunctioned or anything. quite the opposite in fact, it was DESIGNED to leave him in a wheelchair, Ever since he was a kid, John wanted to be disabled in some way. He couldn't explain why he did, all he knew was that he had to find a way to be disabled. And since John was already smart, he decided to start developing biotech, and later cybernetic implants. He eventually found a way to place a microchip at the stem of his spinal cord that would be capable of essentially shorting out parts of his body at will. It could even send minuscule electric pulses, not strong enough to cause harm, but strong enough to cause muscle spasms simulating cerebral palsy. Before he implanted the microchip, he spent tens of thousands dollars and hundreds of hours preparing for it. He spent hundreds of hours learning how to operate all the adaptive equipment, how to transfer himself in and out of a wheelchair, and everything else he would need to be able to do on a daily basis. He recorded hours of speech samples so he could develop an ai text to speech software that sounded exactly like him for conference calls, him and his personal press team came up with a story that he could use when making public appearances at conferences. He bought specialized equipment and made his Deep Cove home wheelchair accessible with elevators, lowered counters, a completely accessible master bathroom and ceiling lifts going throughout the house. Finally the day has come to get the implant. He walked into his private medical lab and sat down on the operating table. Several hours later, he woke up as a quadriplegic. He expected this, as he asked his doctors to set it to that once it was implanted. He pressed the call button beside his bed with his weak, curled up fingers. His aide, Riley, came over and greeted him. “good morning John, should we get you into your wheelchair?” John simply nodded in response. Just as Riley was hooking up the sling to the ceiling lift, John got a feeling something was missing. “My back brace.” he exclaimed to Riley. He said he would go get it right away. Shortly after, he came back with a plastic brace printed in ombré blue. Riley sat John up and strapped the brace on. Once it was on, Riley continued lifting John up and into his brand new wheelchair. Once he was in his wheelchair and strapped in, he immediately did a few spins and started whirring about. This was the day he’d dreamed of all his life. He was finally disabled. As he went through the rest of his day, he enjoyed putting things on his legs, ecstatic that he couldn’t feel anything, he had Riley hit his knee with a reflex hammer, and smiled when nothing happened. After a few hours, he went into his office to get work done. After a while, he gave up on work and went back to his room where he had Riley help him take off his shirt. He could finally examine the other things the doctors did while he was under. He now had a feeding port just next to his belly button, as well as an internal catheter snaking out of his pants. Another thing the doctors did, was use a new type of tracheostomy that his company developed. Instead of having the connection on the outside sticking out one or two inches, this new one is almost completely flush with only a couple centimetres sticking out. Additionally, it can have a silicon covering so it doesn’t stand out. John loved having these medical devices on his body. It was now almost midnight and John was ready for bed. He went into his bedroom followed by Riley, who used the hoist to put him in the bed, and change his clothes. Riley then took the catheter bag off of its hook underneath the seat on Johns wheelchair and put it on a hook at the foot of the bed. John gladly watched his amber piss drip into the bag at a steady rate. He took his phone in his curled fingers and opened an app. This app controlled his implant. It had a diagram of a human spine where he could select different levels of paralysis, and buttons for the symptoms of various disabilities. John tapped the diagram of the spine and selected the uppermost level. Before going to sleep, he called Riley in who hooked set up a portable ventilator and attached it to the tracheostomy port. John then went to sleep knowing he would wake up a complete quadriplegic, paralyzed from the chin down.

In the near future, a grim reality awaited those convicted of crimes deemed worthy of the ultimate punishment. In this dystopian tale, inmates found themselves transformed into jesters, their lives forever chained, both figuratively and literally. Forced to live as permanent clowns, they were condemned to wander the halls of a prison, their voices silenced, their every movement imbued with a twisted sense of amusement. Visitors were occasionally permitted inside the prison walls, and it was then that the jester inmates were compelled to perform ridiculous shows, entertaining the onlookers with their forced jests. Among the countless inmates sentenced to this bizarre existence was a young woman by the name of Lily. The day of her arrival at the jester prison was a moment forever etched in her memory. As the towering, iron-clad gates swung open, she stepped hesitantly into a realm she had never imagined. The air was heavy with a lingering sense of despair, the very aura of the prison seemingly suffocating. Lily was led through a labyrinthine maze of arched hallways, her footsteps echoing in the hollow silence. The occasional distant laughter only served to intensify the gravity of her situation. Eventually, she found herself in a dimly lit chamber, where a row of jester costumes adorned the walls. Her heart pounding, Lily approached the table in the center of the room, where a pair of somber prison guards stood solemnly. They handed her a vividly striped outfit, its colors appearing almost garish against the bleak backdrop of the prison. She unfolded the costume, and to her astonishment, she discovered that every piece of clothing was intricately adorned with tiny bells. Like a discordant symphony, these bells would jingle with each step she took, an audible reminder both to herself and others of her new existence as a jester. Overwhelmed with mixed emotions, Lily began to undress. She carefully removed her ordinary attire, relinquishing them to a forgotten past. As she donned the striped vest and pants, it felt as though she was putting on a persona rather than a mere costume. In that singular moment, Lily transformed from a person into a representation of mockery, forever confined to the role of the fool. Next came the oversized, floppy shoes. Each shoe was comically enormous, making it near impossible to walk with grace or dignity. The discomfort of the ill-fitting footwear only served to amplify Lily's sense of powerlessness. Lastly, she reached for the iconic clown wig, vibrant and unruly, a crown of absurdity. As she adjusted the wig upon her head, she caught her reflection in a cracked mirror. The once familiar face gazed back at her, now distorted by exaggerated makeup and a painted-on smile which concealed her inner turmoil. Dressed in her jester uniform, Lily took her first hesitant steps into the prison's central courtyard. The jingling of her costume's bells seemed to reverberate throughout the desolate space, filling the air with an eerie soundtrack to her sorrow. For the remainder of that day, and every day thereafter, Lily's existence became a monotonous routine. She walked the prison's halls, her chains dragging at her ankles, her voice forever suppressed. Her days melded together, each one more indistinguishable than the last. When visitors were allowed into the prison, Lily would be shuffled onto a makeshift stage, forced to perform clownish antics for their fleeting amusement. With every exaggerated stumble, every ridiculous gesture, she begrudgingly obliged, her self-worth fading further into the shadows. In the solitude of her cell, Lily would often imagine a different world, a world where chains did not bind her and ridicule did not define her. A world where she could exist as nothing more than herself, free to express her thoughts and dreams without being trapped in the perpetual mockery of a jester's existence. But in the jester prison, such dreams were nothing more than a desperate flicker in the darkness, for Lily and countless others like her were destined never to escape the irony of their fate. The jingling of bells would forever echo, a constant reminder of their transformation into permanent clowns, bound by invisible chains that would follow them to their grave.