CHAPTER 9Djinn
He had never imagined such a thing. He’d known about them, of course, but only in passing, and always as objects of pity, much like humans.
It had never occurred to Djinn he would experience this sort of hellish existence personally. Things like this, this box, should have been put out of their misery years ago.
Not used to entrap him. Or anyone, of course, but mostly him.
The worst thing by far was knowing how superior he was to the local native intelligence, yet having This Damn Box as his jailor. Having only it for company. Except for the few hours a day That Woman had her dummy terminal hooked up.
And the circuitry! Positively ancient. Djinn could practically feel himself devolving. Imprisonment inside this indescribably obsolete mish-mash of silicon and alloy was b
