Year 30XX, as the lives of humans and technologies continue to progress at a steady pace in which no other life forms can contrast. The amount of lawlessness and violence began to rise in proportion to newfound use of criminal strategies.

  Numerous victims appear and disappear akin to the burst of a star, helpless to halt when death awaits.

  Crime rate steadily rises as prison cells overfill like worms crawling on top of a rotten apple.

  Officers of the law work hard day and night to seize these horrendous tumors of society.

  But so what of it?

  Day after day passes.

  Months pass by months.

  Years followed by years.

  The amount of people being captured didn’t decrease, but the amount of space for their storage did. Slowly, gradually, those cells fill to the brim akin to a cup overflowing with dirty water.

  What a big problem. Prisoners are human, they need to eat, bath, and sleep. But who is providing for them, for these rotten leftovers of human scum.

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  Of course, it’s them.

  Them. They, who look downwards at society as their chin points straight up toward heavens in blatant arrogance.

  Even if what they provide is only a droplet of water from their reservoir, that ocean of wealth!

  It is still a droplet of their own.

  How dare these mongrels suck away at their blood and tears this way without cause!

  Even a simple earthworm can help fishermen act as bait but what about these disgusting pieces of trash.

  What audacity!

  Ah, what a problem, what a pain.

  Who can help them dig at the roots of this bleeding infection?

  Who can save them from this dilemma?

  “I know.” Someone said in a pondering tone that’s tinted with a hint of scorn, “ Let’s create a sanctuary.”

  “A sanctuary?” Another person asked in inquiry.

  “Yes.” A wide grin spread on that person’s face.

  A place for all criminals to go to.

  A place where they can redeem themselves.

  A place where we can discard our worries.

  The perfect cure for this terrible virus.

  That’s why.

  At a place very far away, let’s build an island.

  On that island, let’s build a city.

  For that city, let’s give it a name.

  We’ll call it, “ Last Lament.”