Sugarland Blues

[Tyber.Zann]

I always knew dying in prison was a possibility. The life I've chosen makes it just another "occupational hazard", right up there with a knife in the back, or drifting aimlessly alone in the black, slowly suffocating in an escape pod.
But this... this just doesn't sit right. It wasn't clever or even particularly devious. I still don't know who, ...or what, ...or why.

I've no idea how long I've been away from the world. Years? Time has no meaning here. One day is the same as the next. One long, endless day. I remember filing an appeal after the whole court debacle. I've not heard a word. That's the worst I think. Not knowing anything but day in, day out just surviving. No idea what's going on in the world outside Sugarland. What's become of my crew? My brothers in the Junkers Congress? Do they even know I'm here? Does anyone care?

What I wouldn't give to see the stars again.