Thread:GalaxE/@comment-34012245-20191209040109/@comment-34012245-20191209055451

Dion pondered on the events for the hundredth time that hour. The drawbacks of having an enhanced mind. Thoughts go by too quickly. When the idea of some 50 years of boring lonely prison hit him again, he covered his eyes in despair and suppressed a frustrated scream.

His head was still buzzing. The slight excitement from earlier had faded away very quickly in him, and now he was as hopeless as ever. Recording the temperature lost its usual appeal (which wasn't mmuch to start with). He just sat there, head in his hands.

The shadow caught his half-opened eye. Dion sat straight up and neared the small window on the door to get a better view of the hall. Of course, it was probably just a guard. But still it wasn't usual to see even aif guard in the place he was in. He bit one of his metallic fingers with anticipation and curiosity.

At last, he hoped, something to break the monotone routine.