Slow Beginnings

    


     B'eight can't help but think that there are better things one could be doing with their time than staying trapped in the same routine.  "Day in.  Day out.  Nothing but these same gray walls."
These thoughts continue as B'eight stumbles slowly to the bathroom, and they eventually cross the threshold from mind to mouth.

    "You would think with the money they are making off us they could afford to put in a few windows on the working levels" B'eight says while unintentionally getting louder and more adamant toward the end.  All for no rational reason since the room is empty of other ears, or listening devices of any kind.  Only four unassuming walls and an uncharacteristically high ceiling witness the 'morning' routine.

    Somewhere between brushing teeth and washing face the thought occurs "I suppose I did sign up for this job willingly."  However, B'eight quickly settles back into thoughts of reluctance "They weren't entirely forthcoming with the exact parameters of my stay though were they?!"

    One last look in the mirror and B'eight releases a sigh that is a mixture of frustration, preparation and the stark realization that resistances useless.

    The door slides away and B'eight steps into the long hall, head hung, and turns to the left heading toward the mess hall.

   "You're up early!" Comes a familiar and gruff voice, full of humor and disbelief.

   "And none to pleased about it either" B'eight replies flatly without even turning.

   "Wrong side of the cot too it seems"

   "Shove off!" B'eight says, intending it to be less cruel sounding than it comes out to be.

   "Fair enough, Catch you on the next shift change I guess, Good luck today."

   "Yeah, yeah, thanks"

- B'eight meanders toward the mess hall

- B'eight decides to skip morning rations and go straight to work































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