Prison Pandemonium

Mr. President

The President sat at his desk, twiddling a pen in between his thumb and index finger, grinning as he watched the chaos unfold on screen. The plan seemed to be working, considering some of the prisons from the outside now looked chaotic. One prison had completely exploded from a chemical bomb, and there were quite a few where the Mara hybrid in each had taken over and killed everyone.
"Mr. President" had been in office since 2028, only two years prior, and even before he was President, the prison population had become overcrowded. He thought of people like Floyd Marcom & Jan Levine, who had sought to end corruption by sacrificing those deemed unworthy.
Floyd sent people into space for them to die, because they were cursed. A few did manage to return back to earth, but none of them were the same. Space had done something to their minds.
Jan Levine was herself a lost cause, an absolute basket case who called herself god and locked her entire psych ward up because she was in deep shit for coming up with "The Cure of All Cures" which had resulted in millions of deaths.
Mr. President didn't consider himself like those 2, he was his own person. Besides, he was President after all, and he was helping prison populations around the globe. Sure, the AI population had taken lots of jobs from Americans, but Mr. President didn't view that as his fault. Blame science, he thought.
The taxpayers continued to pay money to the wealthy, and Mr. President found that to be completely reasonable. After all, the wealthy were the ones keeping this fucking country together, they should get their flowers.
Mr. President thought he was doing the world a favor. He was wiping the vermin out of this world and freeing up space in the prisons by promising freedom that would never come to fruition, thanks to the various incarnations of Mara throughout the dozens of prisons.
None of them would live to see that so called freedom, and Mr. President would simply push it off as being because of the violence in prisons to send a message to the American people. They would surely love that.