White room

Almost felt she at home, when they led her into the silent white room.

Almost.

Her room was probable 1.8 meters in all directions, completely white with no visible light-source or other features. With a sigh Melina sled down on one wall, carefully paying attention not to rip the thin tissue, the only thing she was allowed to wear. She knew she should be happy to be human. Everything in this isolation cell was intended to break the inhabitants of Proxima, and only those. Sure the sleep deprivation created by permanent light, the minimal food rations and the humiliation, by being forced to ask for being allowed to use the toilet and not being allowed to wash since her arrest were affecting her, but at least in contrast to the over 2 meter sized Proximi, with her 1.65 meters she was able to lie down and they could not use the not for humans callibrated infrasound devices on her.

With a bitter smile Melina brushed some of her brown, shoulder-long hair out of her face and wondered her calmness to think so rational. Well, what was the point to be scared? For one of the first times in her life she was thankful that every human living in one of the earthen territorial companies, or the renaming traditional nations, hat to implant an integrated communication device in their left forearm. Thanks to her ICD, the proves of everything happened to her was saved and so the Proximi knew the facts. The management of Proxima now hat to decide the truth.

If they decided to fasten the connections to earth, than she will become a hero.

If they decided to justify an attack, she will die as terrorist.

And if they decide that there was no terrorist attack against the Proximalympics, then she will probable vanish.

The Proximalympics. These perverted Olympic games. Well, actually not really a pervertedness, but more a return to the classics. Not the peaceful presentation of sports introduced 1894, but the demonstration of military power as in ancient times. In this games Proxima, as well as all the planets in their empire sorry inside their sphere of influence, participated in several military disciplines. From unarmed martial arts over blade combat and tank-manoeuvre up to modern mech and spaceship dog-fights.

The Proximi celebrated these games every four and a half earth years to demonstrate their overwhelming military power and technology. By doing so they ensure to intimidate the other planets and convince them to do nothing stupid, such as rebellion. Also they ensure bad blood between the other planets by determining their taxes accordingto their overall position in these games. Despite the lack of technological process, thanks to the human passion for battle and the adaptable human bodies, earth normally scored not all to bad.Especially in the traditional disciplines that allowed only limited body-modifications.

But of curse the human nature lead many earthlings to dream for independence. And those hoped for a successful attack on the games, to unite all planets that suffer under the Proximi.

But hey, thanks to her they failed. To tired to stay awake, but unable to truly sleep Melina fell into a slumber starting to remember the events that led her to this place.

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As if it was yesterday she remembered that day. Two days before the police-academy published the final results, one of the higher ups came to her. One of those men that had an aura of power and death.