The mists disappeared from the sealed chamber, sucked by small slits on the top and bottom of the room. The clamps loosened and opened, shoving Swallow to the floor. He coughed as he picked himself up. He touched the back of neck, feeling the spacer chip bridled.
s**t.
“Black-Feathered Passerine, how is Novaien?” the Zionous spoke, but his tone changed, almost homey, like an old father talking to his son.
“Thriving way better than this shithole of a planet,” Swallow responded, smirking.
The rectangular cube on the Chief Sectorate rang.
Swallow looked at it again, “I see. Guess I’ll keep lying since that lie detector’s going to keep ringing even if I tell the truth anyway.”
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