Chapter 1.0

How long -- what... "-sign Schir.  Ensign Schir."  "Who."  Ah, this one.  Dark.  Wrong protocol.  I took a deep breath.  "Main dialogue?"  "John Four.  Room.  Over."  The voice bounced around in my head.  "Brief."  "No touch, Four.  Limiter, Sixty.  Over."  "Wilco."  "John Four Out."  Static.  That was quick.  I rippled a hand over the table until I found the lamp.  The sheets were bleached a dirty yellow.  Why did they choose a bed?  Horrid fashion sense.  "Right... Room.  I can figure that out myself."  My voice echoed hollowly in the glass... Glass walls?  I see.  Even the static had faded.  The door -- opaque.  Fancy tha -- opened.