The facility is on red alert. Red flashing lights were flaring at every corner, and every wall.  

-ALERT: CONTAINMENT BREACH -- PRISONER #G0R1-427 IS ESCAPING-!  
-ALERT: CONTAINMENT BREACH -- PRISONER #G0R1-427 IS ESCAPING-!  -ALERT: CONTAINMENT BREACH -- PRISONER #G0R1-427 IS ESCAPING-! 

 
The Centronic Prison Facility, or otherwise known as the Short Circuit Jail, is the most highest-ranking prison in the Northern Hemisphere. What started out as an efficient jail in an advanced country has turned into one of the world's most powerful trademarks. The outside of the establishment resembles a computer factory. However, the inside of it is another story entirely. A thick male huffing was growling as a large dark figure charged through the flashing hall. A big hairy animal races on all fours as his hands and feet stomped on the floor. He can already hear the guards scrambling in the upper bridges above him, cocking their weapons and shouting at each other as he continues to run through Sleep Cells. Sleeps Cells are much more sophisticated and efficient than old fashioned jail cells. They are white mechanical pods for someone to enter an automated slumber for a fixed set of hours. #G0R1-427 managed to hack into his Sleep Cell’s database and fry the system – if he’d only been smart enough to not kick the door down and set off the sound alarms, he could be just strolling through the halls without all of this noise. 
#G0R1-427 sprints as fast as he can to a doorway, and ducks into a corner. The large gorilla somehow managed to hide in a shadow as several guards run off. #G0R1-427 pants with his round gut jumping up and down before he slips away. Having gotten some breathing space, #G0R1-427 stands up on his legs and lets his big, burly arms swing either side. His large, round gut bounces naturally with each step, his big bowl of manly jello wobbling beneath his thick, pouchy pecs sporting some rather thick nipples. #G0R1-427 furry rump flexes either cheek as he stalks the frantic facility on his thick, muscular legs while his hand-like feet step forward on the steel floor. His thick yet short 3-inch long uncut penis bobs above his fat hairy balls as he goes on, the ape reaching over to scratch the wiry patch of pubes holding the large grey bulb along with his nuts. 
Several holograms of round turrets hovered out of a few sources of light, and started scanning for the monkey at large. “Ssshhhit!” He growls as he sees a scanning beam move toward him. He jumps up and grabs onto the bars above JUST before the light hits his hefty butt. He clomps down and trots away and forced into a random room. “Ok ok ok, clothes, I need fuckin clothes,” He says with the red lights all still flashing. One peculiar thing about the Short Circuit Jail: every single inmate is completely naked. Stripped of several basic rights and dignities, they are also stripped of clothing so that they are unable to smuggle anything within their threads – they’re even subjected to probes and pumps to get any smuggled goods out of the inmates if there are any – can’t have what happened BEFORE the Merchandise Massacre of year 2189 occur ever again. “Shit, it’s just a fuckin snack bar!” #G0R1-427 curses as he throws a bag of chips aside and leaves the place. He picks up speed and starts to run forward on all fours again. Arrested and sentenced to 20 years in Short Circuit Jail, #G0R1-427 has spent the last 12 years walking around in the buff with a bunch of other nude men who are just as unpleasant and disgruntled as he is. Short Circuit Jail makes anything unenjoyable within its cells for the prisoners. Back in the old days, as #G0R1-427 understands, prisoners could still taste food and they had sex with each other from time to time and were even able to get cigarettes or other things smuggled in for entertainment. You can’t get away with anything here! Literally anything that brings any sort of positive stimuli or feeling is neutralized the second the inmate has a SCJ unit tagged on them; taste buds are disabled, endorphins are disabled, good moods are disabled, nostalgia is disabled, sexuality is disabled, hormones are disabled, you can’t even get a damn boner in this place! It’s just a huge elaborate cage for a bunch of miserable jerks! Normally at this point, the tag is supposed to paralyze the rogue with a mild electric shock, but the tag is spitting sparks as it blinks on the fritz. #G0R1-427 smirks as he can feel the little chip struggle to survive on his left ear. The ape runs forward until he gasps and skids to a halt as he sees a sudden scanning wall of light from a drone, “SHIT!” The cyan light touches his rotund stomach and its light suddenly turns yellow. 
-PRISONER #G0R1-427 PLEASE CEASE AND DECIST. PRISONER #G0R1-427 LEASE RETURN TO YOUR CELL-  “Fuck!” He turns around and starts galloping again. More hovering drones generated around and zoomed for the gorilla. The drones click about and whizz as they prime themselves as they repeated the automatic warnings as they charged for assault the running figure. 
 -PRISONER #G0R1-427 PLEASE CEASE AND DECIST. PRISONER #G0R1-427 LEASE RETURN TO YOUR CELL-  -PRISONER #G0R1-427 PLEASE CEASE AND DECIST. PRISONER #G0R1-427 LEASE RETURN TO YOUR CELL-  -PRISONER #G0R1-427 PLEASE CEASE AND DECIST. PRISONER #G0R1-427 LEASE RETURN TO YOUR CELL-  “God FUCK it, enough of this shit!” He grabs a nearby drone and FLINGS it to the wall! The drone crashes, disappearing in scrambled 0's and 1's and not leaving a single dent on the center of the wall. The many other drones zoom following the panicking ape, locked onto his DNA so they will not lose him. Each one flashes a filling meter in the glass domes above the small barrels glowing underneath, reaching full energy. -PLASMA CELLS FULLY CHARGED. FIRING NOW- The drones say before one of them fires a ball of plasma at the ape. “AH!” He yelps as he ducks the sphere of electricity, the humming plasma buzzing across his fuzzy scalp. Several other drones start flashing as they too started to fire multiple shots of plasma right at him. He dodges the incoming balls of energy and broke into another hall. “He’s headed to Sector 38!” A guard shouts, “Keep the drones firing!” “Shit shit SHIT!” #G0R1-427 scowls as he pounds his hands and feet as he races forward. He dashes into the nearest door, and spots something he’s been looking for, “FINALLY!” He says as he goes to a small glass door on the floor. His hand-like foot grabs onto the handle and grunts harshly as he yanks it loose. He then takes the makeshift probe he’s been carrying around and starts to zap at the circuitry the glass box is containing. This probe is what has made his escape possible – don’t ask how he got it. It looks like a computer chip wrapped in copper wire that can give several different levels of charges depending on which buttons he pressed. “FREEZE!” 

#G0R1-427 looks up to see several guards points laser-aiming gins at him, with at least 50 drones flying into the chamber, all of them illuminated and ready to fire at will. The tesla coil on #G0R1-427’s probe sparks weakly as a tiny blue line of spark moves up and down the metal. “Prisoner #G0RI-427.” Says a guard, “We have you surrounded. Drop the item and stand with yours hands up.” The ape glares at them as he hesitates. The guard cocks his cybernetic gun, making a humming sound as it glows with power. #G0R1-427 reluctantly and slowly puts his big hands up as he slowly stands. “Prisoner #G0RI. You will be escorted to Solitary Confinement with minimal activity for one month for attempted escape. Any further resistance will result in severe punishment.”
 
“Heh heh heh… Fuck this shit.” #G0R1-427 says as he smirks at the gaurds, “I ain’t goin nowhere except outside.”
 
“Wait, where is the item?” A guard asks as they look at his hands. Then they look down, and see his other foot holding the probe, flashing with electric pulses as it points to the glass power box. “I’m about to fry your goddamn time-out hell hole.” The ape then shoves the probe RIGHT into the circuitry! “GAHH!” He yelps as his foot feels a harsh shock from the metal. “SHOOT HIM! SHOOT HIM!” The guards yelled before everything suddenly went black! 

“What the hell?!”
 
“I can’t see!” 
 
“What happened?!”
 
The pitch-black darkness is illuminated only by the 0’s and 1’s of the drones as they disappeared. Just then, every single Sleep Cell turns off, making the prisoners start to blink their eyes open. All of the alarms fall silent, the red lights have vanished, all of the electric lighting has been turned off. The entire prison goes into a complete blackout. -KUNK- 

A loud noise was heard as they heard the hard paddings of feet run off “He’s getting away!”
 
“QUICK! Turn on your Emergency Reserves! Switch on the night vision!”
 
An hour later, they couldn’t find the gorilla. They search everywhere but he’s nowhere to be seen. Their search soon gets postponed as they now faced an even bigger problem – with the power out, the inmates are pounding in their Sleep Cells, some of them starting to break free. Something heavy and strong pounds on a door. The middle of it dents before it busts open. #G0R1-427 LEAPS out the door, and lands on his feet. He stops a minute and looks down. “… Dirt? It’s dirt!” He feels for it down and sniffs, and looks up. For the first time in 163 months, he looks at the sky, seeing the dusk of the orange and purple sky.
 
“I’m outside! That’s- HAH! That’s fucking sunlight!” He then races forward, panting as he runs into the jungle like area. #G0R1-427 looks about as he soon sees the inactive posts that used to keep a laser wall field running. The ape grunts and pants as he strains and runs until he sees the red walls flare up, and he makes a jump for it!
 
In slow motion and in a split second at the same time, #G0R1-427 feels a wave of heat skim his feet as he tumbles down onto the soil, inches from the searing wall. He can still hear the riot in the prison – the guards are still chasing and wrestling the crazed criminals. The monkey snorted as he runs more. “Warden Centron! The Sleep Cells are being irreparably damaged!” A guard says via direct communication through his cybernetic helmet. The Warden of Short Circuit is a well built black cat wearing his military uniform as always, right beside him are twin muscular doberman dogs wearing specialized guard outfits with gold badges. “My Emergency Reserves are depleting! I ca-” The guard shouts as he is suddenly tackled, and the Warden’s screen goes to black and white static. “Units” The Warden says as he turns to the rottweilers, “Put the Centronic Prison Facility in Code Metal Lockdown. Activate the Sentinel Signal to reactivate and stun every SCJ unit attached to the inmates. And then dispatch Tracker Units 1, 3, and 8 to find #G0R1-427. I want him found yesterday!” “YESSIR!” The canines bark before they turn and exit to carry out their orders. Meanwhile, after jogging away for up to 10 minutes, #G0R1-427 finally stops at a tree. He pants harshly as he puts a hand onto the bark of the tree beside him, sweating profusely from the ravenous escape. -BzZzt- -TtTTttt- -ZzzkK- “Ah! Ssss,” #G0R1-427 hisses as his tag starts to bite and twitch on his ear. “Agghhh!” He pinches the tag and yanks on it. -SENTINEL SIGNAL ACTIVE. YOU WILL BE PARALYZED SHORTLY- -SEEeeNNntinAAL Sii-i-i-i-ggnal AaccCtiVE. Y/y/y/y/y/ou- “Time for you to go, you fuckin bug!” He growls as he pulls and pulls until finally, the sharp tacks on the tag releases his ear. “Heeaah! Got ya!” He sneers as he looks at the tag in his large palm. The tag blinks with dying electricity as it tries to reboot, but it is too far from the jail. The tag finally turns off. “… Yesssssss!” The gorilla CRUSHES the glass and metal bugger in his hand, and shoves it into the dirt. He grins with satisfaction as he scrambles his old chip into the ground before moving away from the ruffled ditch. 

It’s only at this moment when #G0R1-427 feels a change. “H-Hey… I think… Shit, my mind is thinking things! Hayh… Haaa… Haannn…” He says, a few random figments surfacing in his brain. “My name… My name, I think, it’s coming back to me!” In the SCJ, even the prisoners’ names are confiscated from them, reprogramed to be referred to with an assigned code. “… Hank… Holy shit, my name is Hank! YES! HANK!” He whoops, clutching his head as he hyperventilates from the shocking enthusiasm, “Hank Barrons! I’m Hank Barrons!”
 
The ape takes a deep, long breath, and whips his fists on either side of him, and punches his large, muscular moobs in rabid and loud succession like a classic gorilla always would before he holds his arms out in triumph. “I’M HANK FUCKING BARRONS MOTHERFUCKERRRRRRRRRS!!!”