Saturday, April 8, 2023

20230408 I was in a dim, steel cell, much like the ones in Star Wars. I was a prisoner, my hands were bound in binders (handcuffs). I kept my back to the door, spending most of my time staring at the steel walls.


Suddenly, I hear the door slides open and I turn to see Tech (from Star Wars: The Bad Batch) stumble in as if pushed, hands bound and still armoured, before the doors slid close behind him. He took a seat beside me, facing the door. 

I don't remember what I asked, but I had many questions, which he answered calmly. There were a few answers I was empathetic to, as I remember resting my cheek against his shoulder as my best form of consolation considering my bound hands.

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