Edward Slate faced the judge for sentencing:

“Your Honor, my client has a request,” said Slate’s lawyer.

“Make it quick, Slate.”

“Thank you, Your Honor.” Slate stood up. “I wish to be put to death.”

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The judge looked straight into Slate’s eyes. “Denied! You stalked, tormented, and tortured thousands of your victims. The Tracker is just punishment for you. In fact, I’ve never seen a better fit. Bailiffs!”

The bailiffs held Slate down and forced him to swallow it.

“Edward Slate, you’ve lost your rights to privacy. Everyone can track you now. The court hereby absolves itself of all responsibility.”