Chapter 16: Delbert
Wayne Duncan On Remedial Education Unit
Delbert Wayne Duncan did not know that he was circling
in a holding pattern, awaiting the outcome of negotiations concerning
his being subjected to Dr. Wu's advanced interrogation techniques.
The inmate was mesmerized by the wallscreen in his cell that showed a
nine year old Delbert Wayne Duncan celebrating his birthday with a
large family he had seemingly forgotten.
“Prison is the last great venue for advertising,”
Lamar Watson liked to tell his adoring daughter. Of course there were
obstacles to bringing Madison Avenue to The Big House. Bundled And
Fortified Fiber Optics revolutionized the “delivery process.”
Jailbirds would be able to watch a treasure trove of commercials that
streamed through ultra-low energy interfaces as culinary odors were
piped through the vents.
With their messaging refined if not perfected, the
problem for Mindy Watkins and Amerijail turned to recruiting
sponsors. Not surprisingly, vendors were not enthusiastic about
marketing their products to a population on a trajectory that did not
forebode a high volume of consumer decisions. The ever resourceful
Amerijail responded by developing heir own product lines. Precious
Memories, a wholly owned subsidiary of Amerijail, utilized a
packaging firm that dumped their generic cereals into house brand
boxes. To date, Swan Song Foods had packaged six cereals and three
toaster pastries for Precious Memories. Precious Memories was also
negotiating with other packagers to market dinner products that had
been developed at Amerijail's Western Tennessee Unit.
The face of a nine year old Delbert Wayne Duncan had
been lifted from the Internet and set onto a nine year old body using
a process called Morph-Vid originally developed by Joseph
Productions. James Joseph once oversaw a production company
called “the virtual network” because of the volume of content
they cable stations and networks. The cash-soaked Josephs sometimes
swapped their crisp new shows for the rights to old, unmarketable
movies. What would conglomerates want with moth-eaten fodder that
were not even considered classics?
Morph-Vid to the rescue. An old cheesy Western serial
was colorized and given a hip hop soundtrack and the faces of
contemporary actors were sewn into the new product. The old thirteen
part “Tumbleweed” series retold with black heroes and Caucasian
villains were a direct to video sensation. “Tumbleweed Remix”
sounded the tsunami alarm for an epoch of small screen and theatrical
releases produced for a fraction of the cost of a conventionally made
movie.
Morph-Vid would find its way into other venues.
Pornography had traditionally held the attention of a largely male
audience but women who were shown hardcore vids with their own faces
grafted on the head of female actresses became loyal, if not
fanatical customers. Their enthusiasm spiked even higher when voice
emulators substituted their own voices for the actress's voice. Men
who did not enjoy traditional porn frequently paid top dollar to
watch a better-bod version of themselves perform with a beautiful
partner.
Advertising was the next frontier for Morph-Vid.
Consumers might open their wallets to watch a version of themselves
in a porn vid or even an old Tarzan flick but who wanted to morph
into a commercial? Amerijail transported its inmates into the future.
Delbert Wayne Duncan sat on the cot of his cell slowly chewing on a
Precious Memories blueberry toaster pastry.
Delbert seemed to have forgotten that when he was nine
he won a croquet tournament that saved the whole town from eviciton
and his Uncle Wilbur and Aunt Sarah rewarded him with Precious
Memories Corn Flakes. He seemed to have forgotten that when he was
nine, he saved a baby from a flooding river and the townspeople
rewarded him with a parade and a serving of Precious Memories Fudge
Crispies Cereal. He seemed to have forgotten that when he was nine,
he rescued a family from a burning house and Uncle Dave and Aunt Ruby
rewarded him with an assortment of Precious Memories toaster
pastries.
Now as Delbert leaned against the wall that abutted his
vinyl cot, he closed his eyes to focus his attention on the rapturous
flavor of his Precious Memories Strawberry toaster pastry. Life was
good.
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