NAAN (The Rabanians Book 1)

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Authors: Dan Haronian, Thaddaeus Moody
Tags: Science-Fiction, adventure, Science Fiction & Fantasy
dream popped into my head. I was surely awake now. If the cells were identical it could work. I must get out of this cell , I thought. I looked at the Flyeyes. They were hovering in front of me. The bulge in their belly looked threatening, but maybe it was my way out.
    I sat up in my bed and jumped down.
    “Sosi,” I head Daio yelling from behind me. I stepped forward but he grabbed my shirt. I pulled the shirt out of his hands, jumped on the chair, and skipped high enough to punch one of the Flyeyes in its belly. It smashed into the ceiling then started making strange noises and trying to recover.
    “Sosi!” yelled Daio and Dug together. They said something else, but I couldn’t understand them because of the stun charges hitting me all over my body.  A hissing, noise like the sound snake followed and a suffocating smell entered my throat.  I fell on the floor my eyes shut, my body trembling, and my throat completely blocked.
    I don’t remember much after that. I lost consciousness. When I woke up an oxygen mask was on my face and a few unfamiliar faces were looking at me closely. I was lying on something stiff and cold. I figured I was still lying on the cell floor.  I felt a little sting in my arm and everything went blurry.
     

    “Crazy, he is completely crazy,” said Dug as he paced impatiently around the cell. “The madness within him finally came out. Now it is completely clear.”
    Daio let out a sigh and sat limply on his bed.  “He just cracked up for a moment that's all,” he said trying to balance Dug. “He is under a lot of pressure.”
    “He is under pressure?”
    “We are not all built the same. He is only seventeen years old. All his life has been spent inside our four walls. This is simply too much for him.”
    “We are in a cell with four walls. He should feel at home.”
    “You know what I mean,” said Daio and lay back on his bed.
    Seconds went by in silence. “You think he'll be okay?” asked Dug suddenly.
    Daio turned towards Dug, surprised that he was worried about Sosi. 
    “It was like tried to commit suicide,” said Dug.
    “I don't think so,” said Daio. He put his hand over his face. “I don't know, maybe. I guess people that lose their mind may do things that could jeopardize their lives.”
    Dug stood up and walked to the sink. He let the water run for a few seconds then leaned his head down to sip from the water. He then went back to his bed and sat.  “What did they want?'”
    Daio looked at him puzzled.
    “The Flyeyes. What do you think they wanted?”
    “How should I know,” replied Daio angrily.
    “It's our third day here. What is taking them so long?”
    “Are you in a hurry to swing from your rope?”
    “I’d rather face a rope than be here in this stinky cell!”
    “So after all, you are not that different than Sosi.”
    “I am dying to know what we are charged with,” said Dug. Daio’s comparison of him to Sosi bothered him. “Someone must have done horrible things with one of our boxes.”
    “People always do horrible things with these boxes,” said Daio.
    “Yes, but it seems this is special. Maybe one of the combined boxes we put together few days ago? Do you remember the customer?” he twisted his mouth. “That young kid with deep pockets? So spoiled, by his father’s money. Bored and looking for something to do.”
    “Maybe, but I doubt he is that stupid. He could lose everything he has.”
    “Maybe he gave the box to a scrambler”'
    Daio sat on his bed. “You are saying he sold the box to someone?”
    “I don't know.”
    “Rich people don't trade yellow boxes. They have too much to lose.”
    “Maybe he rented a scrambler for job,” said Dug.
    “Maybe,” said Daio, “but why take the risk? Wouldn't he be better off giving his money to some other scrambler to buy and build the boxes for him? Wouldn't he be better off to simply hire out the job? You don't buy a protein manufacturing factory for a protein box.”
    Dug nodded. 

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