Frank Wilson swung, but his fist passed right through.


    "Doesn''t do any good, Mr. Wilson," said the counselor, who handed him a yellow rose. "Peace be with you, Frank."


    Frank wandered into a lush courtyard to join fellow ''inmates.''


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    "Hey Frank, are you up for a game of chess?"


    "No, man, never played it."


    "We can teach you, friend."


    Somewhere outside and observing ...


    "As you can see, he''s gaining an education with the utmost respect."


    "And, everyone else, holograms?"


    "Yes, they''re always kind and convincing; this way, he''ll learn to reciprocate positive behaviors. It''s the new way of prison."