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Refactoring
Two med-techs appeared—now this was different—and both looked down at me, without expression, without focus. One stepped to the head of the medibed, the other drew back the curtain, and off we went. The feeling of moving air was good, even though it was sticky with the scent of cement and dankness. It was good to feel the air move against the skin of my face.
Naturally, I had no idea where we were going, but it was good to be going somewhere. Perhaps I would be able to get back online soon? Perhaps I would be able to get out of here? How I missed my home. Belinda must be wondering where I am. We have children, Serenity and little Lucas. I bet they wondered where their daddy was.
We left the larger area and headed through a pair of doors down a short hallway and into a wai
