Processed

John stood in line to be processed, He knew exactly what he had done to get himself into this mess but that did not make it any easier.  Being guided along by armed guards, they stood waiting for their turns.  When it came to be John's turn he was guided into a small chamber with two doors, the entry door that he had just been ushered through, and a door on the opposite side, neither door had any type of handle with witch to open it with.  There was also a small window and speaker setup that reminded him of a late night gas station, on the tray below the window was an bright colored jumpsuit.  The voice over the speaker instructed John to change into the suit, John deposited his clothes into the windows slot and donned the suit.  He also put on the booties that were folded neatly in the suits two hip pockets.  The speakers disembodied voice crackled again and instructed John to depart out the exit door, John walked towards it and heard a buzzing, he pushed the door and it opened with a click as the buzz stopped.  John walked through the door leaving all of his belongings and what seemed like his whole life behind.  There was another queue outside the door.  John fell into step with the chain of bright colored drones being chaparoned again by armed guards.  The entire group of jump-suited people were lead down a passageway, a bleak white hall that seemed to go on forever, and led to rows of seats.  Each individual was given a piece of paper that indicated the row and column of the seat they were to occupy.  John sat in his jammed between two large men, shoulders touching no matter which way they twisted or turned.  A buzz came over the speaker, more like an electrical whine, then silence and a woman's voice broke through and said "Welcome to American Airlines, we know you have a choice in ..."