The guards leave my side, and I stand blindly. "Just for some extra measure. We don't want you trying anything stupid, do we?" I can hear the grin in his voice, and I'm glad I can't see those disgusting yellowed teeth.
He takes my arm, and I flinch and struggle against it. "Would you rather walk blindly, my dear? Honestly." His arm links into mine, and although I hate the feeling of his touch, I stay still. "Come along, then!" He guides me in a direction. East, my internal compass tells me. I count the seconds as he makes small talk. One, two, three... "You know, we don't get many visitors from the future. What year did you say you were from?" "I never told you," I mutter. Seven, eight, nine.... we turn, north. "Ah, you bright girl. But I know you're from the year 2073. I read your barcode." I frown. "Oh, and I suppose my barcode tells you everything about me, doesn't it?" I feel him nod uncertainly. My lie detector gently flickers in the corner of my vision. Three, four, five... I grin. "Then where is it?" I sense his grin faltering as he searches for an answer. We turn left, west. "Um, it's on...your...um, arm?" The detector flickers it's orange light once more. One, two, three... I laugh. "No. Good try though. I must say, points for effort." We turn again, into what I imagine is an elevator. He removes the blindfold. "Alright, sweetheart, prepare for a long ride."
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Science FictionThe cold barrel of the gun presses against my forehead. I would imagine it is cold, anyway; it's a whole 11 degrees below my body temperature. Fear constricts my chest, but then I realize something. I grin. "You wouldn't actually, though. Would you...
