Max Wayward was the first person publicly executed in California as a result of the Travel Controls & Restrictions Act of 2007.
The governor of California presided over a television special, showing authorities strapping a sedated Wayward to a green gurney as a medical doctor pumped blue liquid into his main artery. Wayward, guilty of a dozen travel infractions, was immediately pronounced dead.
“This is what happens to those who violate travel guidelines,” said the President of the United States.
As expected, there was an outcry from advocates who claimed that the state had little or no right to regulate travel in this country.
As further expected, Congress called a special session.
The director of the Federal Reserve testified that the country was only a heartbeat away from chaos and hyperinflation. He said that at any second a terrorist could paralyze the United States. The director showed PowerPoint charts indicating that every state in the union was at least a billion dollars in debt — the result of homeland security expenses.
No factory in the United States could be operated with a profit since all goods were manufactured in third world countries. In addition, most white collar jobs had been outsourced to India or China.
As a result, America was forced to depend on tourism for revenue, the single income stream left. Without tourism, we were doomed.
The director explained that since no foreigners wanted to visit us (or could because of the potential terror threat), that the only way the country could survive was to have its citizens visit each other.
“This is the reason that we instituted the Travel Control and Restriction Act of 2007. It states that every American must travel at least 500 miles a week. Tourism is our last hope, our final chance for survival.”
In the week preceding Max Wayward’s execution he had traveled only 425 miles.
His public execution was attended by 421,000 spectators; each tourist traveled an average of 628 miles.
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