photo prompt © Shaktiki Sharma
A technician unclasped the occupied capsule from the repository, grasped the rear handle, and pushed the transparent pod on lev-lift through the facility. Exam room three. The tech locked the unit onto its base and retreated from the established stink.
Alone, #17 stared out and tried to raise her hand, but the drugs…
A man entered, hard soles tapping, interrupting her feeble attempt at escape. #17 probed his mind…dark figures, a blade…dirty street. Unexpected from a man wearing a pristine laboratory coat.
Gazing in at her helpless form, he caressed the dome with his fingertips, and #17 cried.
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