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Out a window, the landscape shifted as I scaled each set of stairs. It revealed the true scale of the moon outside.
I’d always been indoors and hadn’t seen the outside world since I arrived.
This world was tinted red like Mars and a white sun blazed with a harsh yellow edge.
It didn’t look like the most hospitable place in the cosmos.
But what did I know? It could have been the Barbados of the galaxy for all I knew.
And they always chose the best locations for prisons, I thought…
Yeah. Right.
The mountains in the distance were sharp and stabbed at the sky unlike anything on Earth. These were not mountains you climbed in your spare time. They were the color of dried blood and the rolling dunes spoke of a place that was never meant to be escaped or journeyed over.
The perfect place to build a prison.
Even if the prisoners escaped, how were they meant to get anywhere and do harm to locals?
They couldn’t. No one lived here.
And if there was no access to a spaceship, you stood no chance of surviving for long.
We came to a large laboratory with shiny white walls and scientists going about their business.
A large window that looked out on the fighting pit. A pair were fighting now. On half a dozen monitors, figures danced around each other armed with vicious weapons. The machines blinked and whirred, taking readings that made no sense to me.
I followed the guards up a final set of stairs to an office that perched above the science lab.
A guard knocked on the door and a voice called out:
“Come.”
The guards stood on either side of the door with their shock rifles clutched to their chests.
“Should I go in?” I said.
Neither guard said a word or motioned for me to enter.
I watched them closely as I pushed the handle down and the door squealed open.
The guards made no move to prevent me from heading inside. I guess it was okay to enter.
Inside, a lone figure wearing a long white jacket bent over a microscope. He raised a hand for me to join him.
“Come look at this.”
Okay… so this wasn’t exactly what I was expecting.
The Supervisor could have passed for human except his limbs were all a little too long as if he’d been put in a torture device and stretched.
I shut the door quietly behind me and crossed the space toward him.
It wasn’t just an office, although the majority of the space was taken up with his large desk and papers perched along its edge.
Here was the living space of a man obsessed with his work.
My father was the same. He was an engineer for an oil company and it was his job to run simulations of the best locations to drill for oil.
