"𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐞."
The most dangerous woman in the galaxy is on the run...against her will.
Chained to another fugitive, Sol finds herself miles away from home attached to the strangest...
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"Is that..." I narrowed my eyes at the screen, "Us?"
I pointed at the computer and used my other hand to point around the room until the screen showed my fingertip pointed straight at it, snapping my head in its direction I was met with a fake plant, its leaves shiny with wax but when I looked closer.
"That's so-
"Creepy," Astra shuddered.
I assessed the small hidden camera with awe "I was going to say cool."
"No, it's super creepy. Look." I turned back around to see her focused on another frame. "There are cameras in the bathrooms, in the street outside, apartment rooms, restaurants- stars," She gasped flicking through each frame quickly "There's at least one viewpoint of, I could guess, every corner in this dome."
I grabbed a rolling chair and sat in it, wheeling myself up next to her "How do you of all people find this creepy, isn't your whole thing about watching people."
"Protecting," She corrected me through clenched teeth "I protect them. I watch them in the way a guard dog watches its family, I don't peep at them when they're in the toilet."
I put my hand over hers, stopping her from tapping to the next angle "Hey, relax, this is the security room right?" I used her hand to scroll up and close the video footage "They probably doing it for safety reasons too. And if it truly upsets you so much, I assure you no one is watching each of these at the same time, all day every day."
She pulled her hand away from mine, shaking her head "No you don't get it, this footage, these cameras, are simply a way to keep tabs on everyone when they think no one is watching. Someone set these up not to watch all the time but intending to be able to look back at them whenever they want to," She pressed her lips together "It's not safety Sol, it's control. A way to take away people's private thoughts so that even when they say something when they think they're alone they aren't. They never really are."
I leaned back into my chair, taking in the weight of her words "Then why set it up?" I asked, "If it's about control why not straight tell people they're always watching? Why leave them to believe they're alone? Who's idea was this? And what are they so afraid of being said when they're not around?"
"Grab the bottles from the top shelf," Astra spoke from behind me, "The ones at the back so people don't see you took them."
I rolled my eyes, reaching my arm to slip three of three methylated spirit bottles between my fingers and picking them up. I eyed the purple dark liquid and held it up to the light. "Is this some sort of healing liquid?"
She flicked the back of my head and tried to jump to grab the bottles, but I moved them higher out of her reach, "No, idiot, it's a cleaning liquid. It's going to be the first thing you pour on my wound and your hands too."
