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Jamie, Secure Cell 642, Asteroid Syrax Base
This was bad. This was really, really bad. I popped up from the pseudo-bed carved out of the rock wall and paced the small space. All sides of this cell but one was rock, as if someone had blasted out a section from the asteroid to make this inescapable. The other remaining wall had blue laser lines running horizontally about every foot. I could hear the way they sizzled. I had no idea what the current was like, that of an electric horse fence or a subway’s third rail. I wasn’t going to find out.
There was no blanket, no comforts at all, as if someone wasn’t meant to be staying long enough to need anything. Or they just didn’t care what condition their prisoners were in over the long term.
So much had happened since I arrived on Velerion.
