THE SEX REBEL OF JESUSLAND, chapter 143

143. THE ATTACK

Adam saw the smoke where the rockets had blown the cafeteria wall of the prison away. Men in orange prison garb were streaming over an open field, prison guards after them. There was no shooting. These were, after all, workers. The factories were competing against each other for production quotas; killing the labor force would affect their output. As it was, they were losing a day of production. This was a factory that built cars and trucks. They were sold as far afield as Japan and China. They could compete with China, because the labor costs were negligible. There was one overseer for every three hundred prisoners. The big costs were in building the factory, because the assembly line had to be built in such a way that there were never more than thirty prison-workers in one room, with locked gates between them and the next thirty, and guards patrolling from cat walks overhead, one guard for every ten rooms. In this way the prison factories managed to beat the world when it came to labor costs. They were all run as privately controlled corporations, of course. God-Mart, the Christianized Wal-Mart, had pioneered how a really successful retail operation should work. The USUG’s prison factories, also known as God-Facs, had pioneered how a really successful manufacturing facility should operate. Workers did not go in for sabotage, since a good production quota could earn a worker a year off for every five years sentencing. Of course, sentences were harsh, as they had always been in America, much harsher than anywhere else. The average murderer in Europe might get eight years; the same crime would earn its perpetrator twenty years in the USUG. Many short-term prisoners became guards in the very prisons where they had been inmates. A prisoner could toe the line and become an overseer after he’d served his sentence and earn good money as an overseer. Life in America’s vast prison factories, which had revived manufacturing in the USUG again, and made USUG labor competitive with the cheapest labor in China, was harsh, but a clever prisoner could work some of the angles.

The four powered parachutes in front of them swung out to the four corners of the towers and dropped their laughing gas bombs. Not a shot was fired back. Adam was close enough to see the guards burst into helpless laughter and then faint. One man had very irregular teeth. His tongue flapped like a fish on land in his mouth before he crumpled in a heap. Another man lifted his gun, and then burst into laughter and dropped it, before he followed it the ground. There were a few prisoners in the yard – Adam guessed they had no visitors and were allowed out as recompense. They looked up with bewildered smiles. Then the laughing gas bombs burst around them, and soon they were laughing, and pointing at each other in laughter, and then fainting away, big smiles on their faces. Adam couldn’t imagine a happier prison. Ezra signaled them and the six mini-copters went in to land in the smoke of the gas. The gas didn’t really smoke, but Ezra had insisted on colored smoke for the sake of the video. He was hoping to sell the DVD though one of his porn sites from Canada. It would be the first ever anti-USUG, fiercely anti, DVD ever. He was hoping for an enduring classic, like Michael Moore’s famous Fahrenheit 9/11, which had outlived its creator, who had long ago been prosecuted and sentenced under the extended Patriot Act for un-American acts. Moore was in jail for the rest of his life. Yet his DVD was still selling, along with later products such as his notorious DVD, “Axis of Evil: Christ, The Sunday Fox Media Corporation, and the Bush Dynasty.”

They landed as the pink, green, and blue gas swirled around them. Six men spread out, pumping out more gas, and Ezra, Adam, Dick, Lance and Rod rushed to the visitor area. The first door was open. Then there was a gate and two other doors. A shot rang out and Lance screamed. He was hit in the leg. A laughing guard was lying on the floor, laughing, with a gun in his hand. Adam sprayed him with rubber bullets while Ezra threw a laughing gas grenade. As every bullet struck him, and Adam knew they were extremely painful, the man on the floor laughed harder and harder, as if his pain were a great joke. When one bullet hit hard above the eye, he guffawed helplessly. His guffawing turned to shrieks of high-pitched joy; he laughed so hard he could not hold his gun steady.

“Go back to your copter,” Ezra told Lance, and the porn actor walked painfully back to the courtyard. “As long as your dick doesn’t get hit.”

Rod slapped plastic explosive on the first door. They stepped back. The fuse blew. The whole door fell off its hinges and flapped inwards.

“You used too much explosive,” said Ezra.

“Better too much than too little.” Rod was a bit of a problem to direct, thought Adam, but he made up for it with enthusiasm.

By the time they ran past the shrieking guard he was out cold, his face set in a big, goofy grin.

They blew another door and were in the visitor area. Adam noticed that there were many cigarette butts on the floor. Two guards started shooting at them and they fired back. Adam was still using rubber bullets, but he thought Rod was firing real ones. One of the guards lay unnaturally still. They pumped in more laughing gas. Then he saw Eve. She had ducked down below the glass shield behind which she sat while her attorney sat laughing on the other side. Her attorney had been allowed a last visit.