Billiam Woke with a start. He normally woke slowly, having lived a life time with out alarm clocks. He tried to get out of his bed, but realized he was not in bed at all.
The last thing he remembered was his sentencing hearing, a kangaroo court, he thought. He never meant to kill any one. he had not started the fight. Billiam recalled the judge going on about how "his kind" has no right to terrorize regular folks.
"Bastard" Bill said aloud. "that was man-slaughter at the worst". Not that it really mattered. Manslaughter still gets you deported. Bill gave a look to his surroundings. he was no longer in his holding cell. nor was he wearing the same clothes he had been to trial in.
he was strapped to some kind of chair, in a very closed in space. All the closer for his bulk. Bill was small for his type, a "Biggie" left over from the unification war. well, his great grand father had served in the war. Bill was natural born, not a clone.
He stood some six foot nine inches tall, and weighed in at 330 Lbs. Bill liked the old system of measurements, more romantic he thought. the squeeze was tight, and as he turned his head, a voice kicked on in his helmet.
"Remain still for safety" the voice was pleasant, a Female Simulated voice. "Drop Capsule will be launching presently". Bill's heart started to race. he remembered a bit more clearly now. Level three sentences mean being dropped on an unterraformed hell hole, to work in the terraforming plant or die. Shit Shit Shit was all the could think for a moment. Bill truly hated flying. he had thought that he'd be taken down by a Surface To Orbit shuttle. Not the case it seemed.
"Attention" the Voice re-asserted itself, "Prisoner 45873290-AAAZ Billiam X. Harkey, you have been deported from earth to serve all man kind in a grand terraforming project." So screwed, he was thinking, only half listening to the Sim.
"Billiam, Welcome to Prosperina-III. This Planet has an over thick atmosphere, which is being thinned by 22 air-scrubber facilities. you are being dropped near #21." As she droned on, maps and relevant data scrolled across the screen. "The screen in front of you is a Data tablet, please take it with you as you exit your capsule to your right and left are two orange hard cases. these will mag clip to you suit.(animations played to demonstrate) You have two hours of atmosphere. The Tablet has a GPS function, and will guide you to the facility."
The voice went on the explain that failure to keep the facility in top condition would result in the navy dropping less food than normal, other wise all the prisoners had a free hand to do as they liked. All air traffic would be one way, which was why they are using the drop pods.
"Enjoy you new life" the Sim cut off, and scant seconds later the Mag-accelerator screamed a harsh metallic voice, and threw him at the planet below with no warning. Hell of a way to start a day, Bill thought.
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