>>6073497>>6073484That Monday (or is it Friday?) desert wagon is taking a while. Muffled noise through the walls. The low rumbling. A moment ago, there was almost loud, tearing sounds, the hushed muffled of distant reports from guns going off. Someone screamed.
It ended quick.
Maybe you'll have another quiet ten thousand hours stuck down here in the deeper dark, staring at the sterile walls and the clean passage ways. The door to your low security containment cell is shut tight. A small red dot on the inside blink blink blink blinking away. That stupid light. The green light haunts you, indicating that the door locks are engaged, teh seals are tight, the deterrents functional and if you take your frustration out on this door, of all things, the next thing that happens is your cell gets filled with light and noise and shock and pain. They don't like people messing with the equipment. Yeah, that green light and you are old friends by now.
Wait.
Why is the green light *red*?
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>>6073497Please, what is this, an amateur operation? You're in a sterile environment of carefully managed exposure, and even your bedsheet on your bed is synthetic plastic wraps on a poly-carbon frame, meant to tear easy and shatter easier and absolutely no good as a building material, a shiv base or as gradual accumulation of some kind of build up of constituent components of free-floating mass that you might reasonably use to adjust your own frame and convert to spare materials.
No siree, we've learned over the long years to keep a tight ship, and you'll just stay in your nice clean containment cell and no cause a fuss.
I mean, if you could get out of it, there'd be all kinds of materials in the world available for your use. Wires in the walls, terminals to interact with, stations to poke at, carelessly forgotten sporks on the ground.
Can't be having that.
Best you stay right where you are.
