48: Brice
Brice
When Brice came round he lay on a bunk in a small room. There was a door but no windows, and the walls were plain grey. Two sensors looked down from the corners.
Another cell, then. This was getting to be a habit.
He swung his legs off the bunk, and sat for a moment, waiting for his head to clear. There was a murkiness about the room, and Brice couldn’t decide if that was a problem with his own vision or something in the room’s atmosphere.
There was also the noise. It was intense and constant, wave after wave. It drowned him, and the only way to break through to the surface was to concentrate, one petty voice at a time.
No voice told him anything for definite, but the cumulative effect told him everything. The people above were all Kaiahive.
And Fen had said they wer
