"Ugh, have you ever seen a line this long?" I said as I was awaiting my ride on the galactic A-21 shuttle. "I know Chas. We'll just have to wait a while, because we have to make the flight." replied my Dad from in front of me. "I know. *sigh*" I guess I should do an 'intro' for my story now, so let s start with names. Okay, my name is Chasity N. Davenport. I live with my Dad, whose name is John R. Davenport. I'm 23 and the year is 2031. We were on our way to my dad's workplace. Oh, did I mention he works at a slam? No? Well my bad. Anyway, He is a matinence worker at Butcher Bay. He would never leave me alone at the house on NewMecha.
Like taking me to a slam was much better, but he only worked there on Sunday's though, so it isn't that bad. And I would even talk to some of the inmates, the ones I trusted and that trusted me also. They would teach me useful things. Like how to make a weapon out of simple things such as, a toothbrush, rocks, and even a hairpin.
They even taught me how to virtually kick ass without any weapons!

My dad would never let me talk to any of the inmates. So I go there when he's I know you're probably like, 'The guards wouldn't let anybody in with the inmates.' Well if the guards think I'm 'questioning' them about 'Electric Damages' for my dad, the give you an all access pass. Aren't I just sly? So I got to hang with them all day and if any one tries to hurt me, I can say I have some friends in low places. But most times there the ones that count. The ones that will get you out of a lot of stuff.

"The shuttle's here, Chas." "FINALLY..." I was tired of standing at the station all day. "All people with workers pass for Butcher Bay, Please board the ship now."
The sound of the weekly conductor was a signal for a three hour and twenty-seven minute Yes, I actually counted. "Okay, let's go. Gotta make some money to keep us fed."
"Right behind you Daddy." So we went aboard the ship. "Aww man! That guy got my seat!" I said as I disgustfully glared at the evil man who stole my usual spot.
"There s two spots over here. I know it's not your usual one but, it'll do. Right?" "Yeah... I guess." I always had some sort of media device with me, except for today.
I forgot my phone, which would've reminded me but like I said, I forgot it. So I locked in my pressure chamber and prepared for the long trip to the slam. They give you the option of taking anistaisa for the long trip but I didn't like to take it. The fear of never waking up, ya know? Anyway, I watched as the other people took their drugged nap, waiting for the long trip to end. It was the most boring trip to Butcher Bay EVER. It was about 45 mins. until I finally kinda dosed off into a deep slumber.

... ... ... Chasity... Chas i ty..."Huh, who's there?" ...Chasity..."Show yourself!"... I am, you are still sleeping. "Then how am I talking to you? Who ARE YOU!"
Don't be scared.., I'm not here to hurt you, but instead help... just listen to me..."I guess I have no choice, so who are you?" The better question is who are YOU?...
"What are you talking about? I'm Cha..." I wasn't talking about your name, child...you aren't who you think..."Then Who AM I?" ...You will know soon enough...
"WHAT THE-!?" As I said that my chest area over my heart started to glow in the shape of a handprint. "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING?!" ...just relax, child...

About that time I awoke to find every one standing over me. "CHASITY! WAKE UP! CHASITY!" I heard as I came to. "What... What is it Daddy?" I answered him back.
"Did you take too much anistaisa?" he said breathing heavily with relief. "You know I don't take that stuff." "Well you weren't breathing!" I was in shock! Was I really DEAD?! And who was that woman's voice I was hearing in my dream? And what did she mean by 'you're not who you think you are'? I don't think I should tell my Dad about my dream, he's been through enough already. "Well I don't know what happened, but at least you're okay now. Now let's go, if you're ready?" he said.

"Yeah, I'm ready... Thanks Daddy." "For what, Chas?" "For worrying about me."
So we exited the shuttle, and even though I've seen it a million times before, I stared at all the tall buildings to the sides of me. The vast empty sea behind me and,
the tall heavily guarded slam before me. Just thinking of how it must feel to be an inmate having to see this and think 'I won't be able to get outta here... ever.'
Except this time it felt..., just unexplainable. Like someone's watching you, but you can't see them. In a way its kinda ... scary. No a person who hangs out with the most dangerous criminals of the universe is scared of nothing, ... wow. Evidently I was staring at nothing because when I started to walk again my dad was giving me a weird look. "You shure you're okay?" he asked. "Yeah. I was thinking." "Thinking of what?" "I dunno." I really wanted to tell him about my dream. But i didn't.
"Passes please." demanded the guard. Daddy handed him our passes. "All Clear, go on in." "Thanks." I said to be nice. And then we walked inside. And the inner guard also checked our passes. Then we continued down the hall to the matinence elevator, and the break room where I'm 'supposed' to stay while he's gone.
"Now stay outta trouble while I'm gone. You know the drill." he ordered. "I know Daddy." "I love you." "Luv you too Daddy!"

I watched as he went down the elevator and disappeared. Then I proceeded to the cell blocks, and my 'slam buddies' as I call them. As I walked to the guarded cell block gates. "Here for the weekly questioning, Miss. Davenport?" The guard asked. "I see you rembered me today!" "Go right in." And I walked in, and around the cell block A. "Ahh, there you are! Was afraid you wouldn't make it! Guys Cats' here!" yelled my best friend Alela. "Hey! Girl, you know I'm gonna come see yall!" Sunday's were the best days because of these guys.
And I really didn't want them to know my name, so they call me Cat. "HEY, CAT! What took ya so long?" That voice unmistakingly belonged to Jason.
Just about the biggest guy I've ever seen, who was really a big teddy bear. And with every bear comes a hug... speaking of which... "*COUGH* choking... me!"
Utter suffocation. "OH! Sorry..." As he released me. "Where's Blake?" who was my third 'slam buddy' "He got sent home! They found him not guilty!" Alela answered.
"THAT S GREAT! I knew he didn't do it."

I was happy for him. I was the one who told the judge to have a second hearing on his case. "Well what's up with you lately Cat?" Jason asked. "Well I had a weird dream on the way here today." I replied. "What was it?" "Well... I..." I was cut off by the gates opening. We all went around the corner to see. "NEW PRISIONER! CELL BLOCK A!" a guard shouted as they were bringing in some one. He must've been dangerous. He was shackled from head to toe.
His Head was shaved; he was wearing a black tank top, black jeans, and some weird sun glass things. They were transporting him on a restraining table.
The second guard opened a cell door, and then helped the other guard push him in. "Whoa. Must be bad." said Jason. They unstrapped him and threw him into the cell.
"We didn't unshackle him." the second said. "Who cares?" said the first. Then they ran to the gates, locked them, and left. The stranger just sat in his cell.