As we got closer I could see behind the sandstone a curved concrete building: a purpose-built structure. But still no fence, no wire. Not a bar in sight. For this, I’d been told that morning, I should be grateful. This was a ‘lifeline…a last chance’. That is what the judge said.

Daniel is a sixteen-year-old drug dealer and he is going to jail.

Then he’s not.

A courtroom intervention. A long car ride to a deluxe outback facility. Other ‘gifted delinquents’.

Where are they?

It’s not a jail.

It’s not a psych unit.

It’s not like any school he’s ever seen.

He is sure he and the others are part of an experiment. But he doesn’t know who’s running it or what they are trying to prove. And he has no idea what the next seven months are going to do to him.