space nut...

[jammi]

A single glow strip stretched across the ceiling. It flickered as the undock sequence was completed and a deep throbbing rumbled from the rear of the transport as the main engines engaged to propell the craft away from the station. A single man lay at the bottom of the padded cell the light was stretched acoss. He was restrained in a strait jacket and wriggled around and contorted on the floor; a small stuffed teddy bear lay near him. He rolled over seemingly trying to grab it but was thawted by the constricting jacket. He writhed around for a while longer before giving up and muttering to himself darkly under his breath.

The background noise from the engines suddenly rose in pitch. The man lay still and listened. Cruise engines. He attempted to crawl for the huge and very solid re-enforced titaniam bulkhead that was the door to his cell. He headbutted it a few times before rolling on his back and falling asleep.

On the bridge near the navigators seat a computer bank hummed. It showed CCTV of each cell. There were small screens. Seven were black- un-used. One of the orderlies was watching the screen with a worried expression. He tapped the screen and a magnifyed picture of a cell was brought up.
'Oh deary me.' He paused to watch. 'He just don't give up does he.' A LSF guard wandered over.
'Who?' He peered over the other the other mans shoulder at the video feed from the cell.
The first orderly looked round. 'Him in cell 36, he's been smacking his head on the door again. Don't really blame him though. I'd be like that as well if I was going where he was.' The Guard looked at him sucpisiously. 'Yeah well he don't know where he's going does he? Unless you told him that is. And the boss won't be impressed if you did that would he?.' The seated orderly looked at his feet and mumbled. The warder turned away and started to walk back towards a door that led away from the tiny bridge.

The occupant of cell 36 was blissfuly unaware of the CCTV camera on the roof and the guard on its way to pay a visit. He was blissfuly unaware of lot of things. Like what was waiting near one of the trade lanes for example... There was a metallic grating noise and a veiwing slot in the door was rammed open. The guard peered in.
'Oi you! Calm it down, or we'll pump ya full of tranqulisers like the guy up the corridor!' Patient 36 showed no sighn of understanding, just flopped around on the floor whilst yelling 'potatoes.' The guard shook his head slammed the veiw slot shot and stomped off.

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