30x300 by -yannik-
DAY SEVENTEEN
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The nights were so long. Days were long too, but nights were worse – nights were dark. Tom couldn't sleep anymore. At first he blessed it, but as the vast hours became vast minutes, and vast minutes became vast seconds, he found it hard to endure. There wasn't much difference between night and day in the brig, but still there were those small interruptions during alpha and beta shifts. Some change of speed, food delivery. And the lights were brighter during the day. At night they diminished the illumination, and it didn't matter if it was needed or not. The prisoner had no decision about what he wanted.
But the morning always came in the end. After immeasurably long night. The alpha shift guard came in, the gamma left to rest, to his quarters, to his bed, to his companions, and leisure activities.
Andlights were brightened. And Tom could take the padd and continue his recording.
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"I'm going crazy!"
"Isn't that the idea?"
"I can't breath!"
"Isn't that the idea?"
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The story was flowing now, almost without interruptions. Somehow it was getting easier to tell those things,
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Noise. Smoke. Lights flashing… RED ALLERT! Long blonde hair… Blood. Blood. Blood.
"Warning! Manual hatch opening attempted. Warning! Vacuum! Warning!"
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to explain his actions. And maybe it made sense?
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"You violated the protocols that govern this crew. You caused an armed conflict… I would destroy you! I will destroy you! I can't ignore what you've done…"
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Maybe someone would understand Tom's story? Maybe even the person it was addressed to?
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She doesn't really love him! She doesn't feel it's different!
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That was a dream. And if not, then maybe Tom could understand himself better.
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t.b.c.
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