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It is the <span class="mu-s">Year 99 of the Resurrection Era</span> and you are <span class="mu-s">Wrix Val</span>, the once Unspeakable, and today is the day of your scheduled euthanasia.
As a <span class="mu-i">very old Jaxtian</span>, you have no fear of cancer or neurological decay as causes of death; with accident or exposure also being non-issues. Jaxtian lifespans have been extended by technology up to 100 years of age or older, and as a blonde you are blessed with a bit of natural longevity as well. However, your time is up, and the alternative is a painful and humiliating death to the geriatric protien collapse syndrome which puts a hard cap on all Jaxtians. You are joined by your son, Yino, and the current science Overseer of the Hegemony- Maktana Nanonae.
<span class="mu-r">"Thank you so much for helping me walk, boys. I can barely see too; you're too kind."</span>
"Oh- *sniff* Dad... I'm going to miss you!"
<span class="mu-r">"It's okay Yino, I will miss you too. But I've lived a good life. I was the Supreme, and the Unspeakable, I did so much to further our race and people. The ultimate good. And thank you Maktana, for overseeing my funeral! Normally the current Supreme makes funeral arrangements for their predecessor... Even if he isn't Bantam."</span>
<span class="mu-g">"That's alright. Hass Takar is quite busy completing your bloody work, Unspeakable one."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"And you even let me be euthanized in my Imperial Robe! You're too kind. Alright, I'm ready. Put me in the pod."</span>
The door slides shut over you, the automatic glass darkening as the euthanasia process completes to hide the cadaver but giving the family time to watch them go. It's a highly evolved process. First, lasers lobotomize the patient, which prevent all conscious thought and sever the pain centers of the pain, before gas floods the chamber causing them to fall into their final sleep. It's a bit scary to be in here, but you know exactly what you're getting into. This is where almost all Jaxtians meet their end.
Suddenly, you feel an intense heat in the back of your skull and a blip- the lasers cut. But with a start, you realize you are not... braindead? You are still thinking? You try to move your limbs and find you are paralyzed. What happened? Did the laser miss? You can only move your eyes! Suddenly, the hiss of gas begins as the chamber fills- but it smells sickly sweet. Wait, is that CO2?
You start to feel a rise of panic. All oxygen breathing creatures release stress hormones and can feel suffocation from CO2 poisoning. This isn't the correct kind of gas! This is what you used to execute millions of disgusting alien parasites during your reign as Unspeakable. How did the wrong gas fill the chamber. In a panic, you dart your eyes at Yino, your soon, trying to plead with him and show him something is wrong before the lid of your pod, soon to be your coffin, darkens to nothing. No! Stop smiling and waving at me you idiot! I'm not wishing you goodbye! Hurry up and help me!
Wait, Maktana! He's a genius. He'll know something is wro-
