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Underground eXperts United
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[ The Good Life ] [ By The GNN ]
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"THE GOOD LIFE"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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Inspiration thanks to Jonathan Glover.
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There was a brief smell of roses in the small room with the bed. The
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night had fallen but no one in the house was asleep. His wife and two
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children stood by the bed, watching him as he breathed slower and slower.
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He was old, and ready to die.
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Two flickering candles on his bed table sent a comforting light around
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the room. He could see a tear slowly make its way down his wife's chin,
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leaving a shiny track on her face. She picked up a napkin and wiped it
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away, trying not to sob.
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You are beautiful, he thought. I will miss you so much. But someday, we
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will meet and live together forever. I know that. Do not cry.
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He tried to formulate the sentence, but his lips refused to move. His
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grown-up daughter and son looked at him with grief in their eyes. He knew
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they wanted to cry but that their pride stopped them from doing that. He
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had told them not to cry for him. This was the end of his life and no one
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should have to feel pain for him. He loved his children and he knew that
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they loved him.
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He raised his hand. His wife bent over and took it, holding it, stroking
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it, as if she tried to keep his soul warm.
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I have lived the worth-while life, he thought. I have seen the world, I
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have lived together with the most intelligent and beautiful woman on planet
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Earth, I have seen my two children come to life. I am not afraid to die
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because I know this is the right time to die. I have done everything a man
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can do and there is nothing more for me to explore. I am ready to die, I
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am ready to meet my creator.
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His daughter opened her purse and brought up a a piece of paper. She held
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on to it for a while before she placed it on the bed. Suddenly he felt
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stronger and a smile could be seen on his face. He knew that it was a
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simple drawing, something she had done when she was a child. He had always
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told her how good she was at drawing and that she would become an artist
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when she got older. Now she was a well-respected artist who travelled all
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over the world to show her paintings.
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"Dad," she said with a broken voice. "I want you to know that I owe you
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so much. I love you and I will always do."
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No, he thought. You do not owe me anything. You have succeeded on your
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own. I have only tried to encourage you to use your talents.
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He saw the grey hair of his wife shine in the dark room. She still
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looked so healthy and young despite the fact that she was only a couple of
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years younger than him. She smiled a sad smile, constantly keeping the
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tears away.
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"Sir," his son said with a serious voice. Then he laughed.
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"I mean... Dad!"
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My son, the old dying man thought to himself and laughed in his mind.
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You have always been so correct and polite, even now.
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"Dad, I want you to know that I will miss you so. You have always been
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by my side and you have always trusted me. I will not let you down. I
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will make sure that our industries over the world will live and grow strong
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for the rest of my life!"
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I know you will, he thought. My companies are safe in your hands. When
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I am gone, they are all yours and I know that you will use your strong will
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to make them grow.
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He felt his heart beat slower and slower. It was soon time. He prayed
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to God for strength and he got it.
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"My beloved wife, my children..." he said with a very dark and weak
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voice. "It is soon time for me to pass on. I love you, and I know that we
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will meet again in paradise. Miss me, but do not give up your lives for
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me. Life is short and you must experience everything while you got the
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chance. My life has been... magic - filled with love and wealth. Never
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give up, anything goes! I have lived the good life, thanks to you."
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He tried to take a deep breath but his body was too weak. He took a
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final look at his beloved ones before he closed his eyes. The scent of
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roses filled his mind and the sound of tears pierced his ears.
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It was time.
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Bye, he whispered. Bye.
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"It is time!", someone screamed. The words cut like knives in his mind.
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He quickly opened his eyes and stared into a painfully bright lamp in the
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ceiling. His wife and children were gone and his body was suddenly young
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and strong. He moved his eyes to the left and saw the face of an angry man
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in a black suit looking at him from the bedside.
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"You know it is time!" the man screamed at him in the sterile room that
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was his place in the modern jail.
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He tried to rise from the bed, but it was impossible since he was tied to
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it with strong leather straps.
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Agony suddenly filled his brain when he remembered.
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"No!" he screamed. "Why?"
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Without answering, the man turned around and walked out through a door.
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Another man, dressed in white clothes and a black hood appeared in front of
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him. The man held a short white tube in his hand, an electric paralyzer.
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"It was your choice," the hooded man said and armed the paralyzer. "It
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was your choice to rob a bank and kill three people."
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"No!" he screamed. "No!"
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The hooded man pointed the paralyzer at his head.
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"It was your choice to commit a crime, and now you have to pay the
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price." the man said with a serious voice.
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He remembered everything. He remembered how he had killed those three
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people, how he had been arrested and sentenced to death. He had chosen to
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kill and he had chosen to use the the worth-while life dream before he was
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executed.
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He stopped moving and felt a sudden calm.
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"Yes..." he said. The voice was peaceful. "It was my choice."
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The hooded man nodded before he pressed a small button on the paralyzer.
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A short sharp sound could be heard in the white room.
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This time he died for real.
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Now listen to me you little rat!
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Call THE STASH or face years of boredom! +46-13-WILD
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uXu #196 Underground eXperts United 1994 uXu #196
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