As soon as he steps within the open frame of the capsule, tiny blue particles surround his body to form a floating vat. The vat starts to dissolve his figure, and Zeno says to me, “They’ll come back, then they’ll f**k you up. If you make it through this, join Alandra.”
The capsule spits out blue particles in rapid bursts as the Commandant’s body becomes a grey silhouette before being dissipated as it vanishes out of sight.
As if on cue, I hear Onaem’s voice screaming from a speaker overhead, “Hey motherfucker, how about you press the red f*****g symbols on the capsules’ side panels already! Why the f**k did you take so long to make it here—hurry up!”
I do as he asks, tapping on the red hourglass symbol common to each of the panels. Seconds pass, then they all alight in sequence; three b
