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As I write this, Deric Lostutter is in a small jail cell in a federal prison in Atlanta, Ga. The lights are never turned off and it is never really quiet. Unlike the rest of us who will turn out our lights and fall asleep in relative quiet, Deric will sleep under the unrelenting watchful eye of the prison guards and hear the sounds of his fellow inmates as the noise permeates the entire prison.

The Atlanta Federal prison is one of the oldest in the system. It was completed in the early 1900’s and is in the same condition it was when first built. It is hot, it is humid and it stinks.

Deric used to be free to do almost anything he pleased. He could go where he wanted to, drink if he wanted to. He did not have to account to anyone for his actions. He was his own man. He was Deric Lostutter, the infamous hacker, the so-called hero of the Steubenville rape case.

Tonight he is #21103-032. He is a number among numbers. He will be addressed by his number only. Every second of every day of his life in prison will be documented. He has been provided a booklet containing over 100 pages of rules and regulations along with what is expected of him for the next three years.

His “room” is a cage of bars with no walls for privacy. He and his neighbors will see everything each other does, including his and their visits to the toilet within his cell. Instead of a nice comfortable mattress, he will have a thin mattress on a steel or concrete slab. He will have to make his own bed. No wife or loved one will be there to do that for him. There will be no air fresheners to quell the stink of sweat. In most cases,  air conditioning is either non-existent or inadequate.

The only thing that is likely to change in the two years of his imprisonment is the prison he will be staying at. He is slated to be transferred to Butner Federal Prison by May 8th, 2017 but there is no guarantee of that being his FINAL location.

#21103-032 is now at the mercy of the Federal Bureau of Prisons. There is no assurance that he will stay there. He could be shuffled around the country in a practice known as “diesel therapy.” 

Wherever he goes he can be assured of two things, the lights will never go out and it will never be silent.

It is unfortunate he did not know that when he decided, along with Noah McHugh to go down that dark path they both went down so many years ago.

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