Post by Dr. Carver on Feb 18, 2014 20:18:14 GMT
Death comes to us all, doesn't it. In the grand template called life, there is a Beginning and an End. An Alpha and Omega. With these two absolutes, it is easy to look at the insignificant nature of life, but I like to look at it like a great book. Yes there is a beginning and an end, but it is the events within that make the story, and the characters which make you feel. A good book never ends. Not truly, but at the end you must remember that it lives on in each person it has touched, through the good and the bad it shapes peoples lives and that is all we can hope for really. To have touched as many lives so that we never truly die.
...I wonder how my book will end. Regret Probably. The things I have done will haunt me for the rest of my living days, and possibly beyond. Everything comes back around and although I may not be punished, I know I will pay, for the road to hell is surely paid in advance...
...I wonder how my book will end. Regret Probably. The things I have done will haunt me for the rest of my living days, and possibly beyond. Everything comes back around and although I may not be punished, I know I will pay, for the road to hell is surely paid in advance...
Its been years since I last visited my home, but what I miss most the slow days. You know, the ones where you could just lie in the grass and watch the clouds flow softly past in that infinitely blue sea. I remember a typical day tended to consist of breakfast, school and then passing the time away with whatever we could do. Time flowed slowly on Agri-worlds, for any funding went to the crops or the animals, not really deciding to waste any supplemental credits on something as trivial as some entertainment for the planets bored youth. Aside from the boredom, Agri-worlds tended to be plentiful in two other things: Technology and (obviously) food.
Sometimes I find myself back there, up on Salvation Hill, just watching the people travel by slowly, never in a rush as things should be. The sky is clear and the fields are empty. Absolute freedom...
He was awoken by a coating of ice cold water applied liberally to his face, causing him to lurch upwards from his cot with a sharp intake of breath. Blur-visioned from the shock, he slowly recovered, spinning his body around so his legs could comfortably touch the ground while taking a moment to map out the room. The cell was around five by six metres in size, and was populated by a bed, a toilet and a small bookshelf, not to mention himself and the grinning security officer now in front of him. "Get up, you have a visitor", the man said in a thick Russian accent as he dropped the metal cup onto the bed "I recommend you don't miss her. She is like to be the last one you ever have" he chuckled, leaving the cell and the door open.
Darko rubbed his eyes and slowly climbed to his feet, pushing off the cot and causing his arms to begin whirring as they worked at a reduced power rating to lift him up. The cot creaked gently as he raised himself off of it and brushed off his dark orange jumpsuit, slowly wishing he had the common sense to smuggle some Paracetamol in for his now aching head. As he made his way out of the cell, Darko observed that the corridors were too empty for the visiting hour rush, with people moving to and from the area with haste but he shrugged it off, dismissing it as just an oddity while subconsciously noting every last detail. He moved down towards the exit into the Visitors area, where inevitably a small amount of guards were stationed around it, including the one who happened to have woken him up, keeping a neat little grin on his face. Darko was looking forward to ripping it off.
Before reaching the door, another Guard just shorter, but much younger than Darko stepped in front of him with a hand raised and an odd smile on his face. Not odd... Nervous. "W-where do you think you're going?" the new guy asked, as Darko just smiled, sensing the fear emanating from the Guard. Good, so he has heard about me Darko thought, readjusting his posture to tower further above him. "Visitation. Why? Do you have a problem with that?" Darko grinned. The guard should have shit himself there and then, for the look on his face said it all. "W-what? N-no... Its just that, uh, its a more 'private' visit..." Darko laughed "Ha. Ha. You shouldn't make jokes. Jokes shorten ones lifespan." to which the Guard retreated, unable to say anything. He wasn't joking "Oh, Point the way then." After pointing the way down another, adjoining hallway, Darko turned from the smaller guard to hallway, past the three guys leaning just to the side, enjoying a good laugh at the new guys expense. Darko regarded them with a cold stare and continued down past the other 'High Risk' prison cells, all still locked down.
The trip to the Conjugal visit rooms was uneventful, but Darko sensed more eyes on him than ever before, which was odd since a few posts were left unattended by guards, yet something was wrong. Very wrong.
The rooms themselves were probably the most normal part of the prison station, having been nicely furnished up to the standard that one could safely call liveable. Darko gave the posted guard a cursory glance, before nodding to him and heading inside the room as the door was closed behind him with an audible clang. No room for technology here Darko thought to himself, amused at the amount of sarcasm within his own mind.
The room was nicely furbished as he had seen before, snooping around on the first day, though much more dimly lit. Looking around, he could see no sign of the woman wanting to see him. Even more disturbing was that he couldn't think of a single person that would want such a visit with him... His mood suddenly shifted from paranoid to depressed. "Did you know that they have four bugs in here? You would have thought that they would afford us more privacy" His attention was drawn to the back corner, where a dark woman in a darker suit now relaxed in an armchair with a black briefcase by her side. "Darko, I am Agent Recall. Please, take a seat." The woman gestured to the second chair in front of her, which Darko quickly moved over to and took his place.
Recall slid the briefcase onto the low table between them, opening it and rummaging through its contents. "Should I ask what you are doing?" Darko looked at her with a nervous smile, not unlike the Guard he had the pleasure to meet earlier. The Agent said nothing, pulling out a small dossier, a headset and a small storage device no larger than his thumb and setting them on the table, looking over the dossier. "Hm, Very... Interesting file you have, Mr Darko. I take it I have the right person." Recall looked up and down Darko, taking in the details, even those most minor, but mostly fixating on the bionic arms. As if in cue, a small roar began, sounding out through the twisting halls of the prison. "Yes you do..." Darko reached across and slotted the headset over his ear, grabbing the storage unit too and slotting it into a port on his right arm. Darko flexed his arms around, feeling the full power restored and slowly cracking his neck from side to side as the roars grew louder. "Do you know why you are here? You're here to help me break out of this damned station..." Darko stood up, heading for the door before looking back to her. "Oh and please, Call me Carver."
((I'm not the best at writing, but I do enjoy doing it now and then. Please, tell me what you think))