Your closed eyes weigh like lead. Your hands shake like a baby's. At the same time, your senses and mind try to penetrate your memories.
One second then another.Sigh. Your sense of smell returns in a wave of putrid reality. You can Smell rancid oil, torches, rotten wood, and water, Icy water falling all over your body like needles digging into every pore of your skin.
Not real, of course; even in this fevered state, you know it has to be any induced sensory illusion.
"Ah!"
Your scream bothers your ears as your weak knees plunge you back into harsh reality. From a floor of hard Martian steel. While the flickering glow of the force field is the only source of light in prison inside this fucking interstellar bathtub.
"So we have fresh meat in the cage? Come on; I never thought someone else would be as stupid as me to end up here. Congratulations, you have managed to break the law in The Lawless State coorporative Ship."
You look around, trying to see the origin of such a sarcastic voice. The timbre is strange as if it came from a vocal distorter or a cyborg.
"Oh, I know that silence. Yes, I am a cyborg. And no. I did not participate in the War of Emancipation." A yellow cigarette is the only source of light in his cell, his deep red eyes with no whites."
