Here's a piece of flash fiction inspired by the idea of the Ludovico treatment:
Ludovico Revised Procedure. Patient 1.
Inspired by A Clockwork Orange
Prologue
I sit down in my chair. You look away from the window at me. I shoot and your hair and brain and everything else important astronomizes into the air, aligns on the walls.
Chapter 1
With no bars, they don’t call it prison. They wrangle me in tourniquet tubes. They hook me up and inject and the air smells like rage again. I sit back in my chair. You look away from the window. At me. I shoot and your hair and brain and everything else important screams into the air, pollacks on the walls.
Chapter 2
Still smirking. Still skillful injection. I double-back flip into my chair. You rush and try to kiss me. I shoot and your hair and brain and nothing else do a little jig. I laugh. Then they unhook me and I laugh out loud.
Chapter 3
White faced morning processions loop. I have always been in my chair. You only look out the window, your eyes soft through the glass. The trigger pops before I even move my index; hair, brain, and the same teleports to its rented spot on the wall. I try to react. I wheeze daily purpose.
Chapter 4
Maybe I will die. This is not the intended effect, they tell me. I return to my chair. You look at me before I get to surprise you. Your face looks enormous through the barrel of a gun. You beg me to do it. I shoot you and nothing happens. I keep clicking the trigger and it sounds like a choking toddler. You leave so quietly I want to get up and listen to the touch of your socked soles on the hardwood. I cannot get up. The drugs have made my body into Osmium.
Epilogue
They untie me and shake my trigger hand. They help me up out of my chair. Pats on the back propel me out the door.