There is something sharp at my neck. Am I just still dreaming or is this for real?
I hear “Wake the fuck up!” being shouted into my left ear.
I immediately open my eyes to a dimly lit room. My heart is beating vociferously.
The woman is now very conscious with a knife to my throat.
“Where am I and who are you?” she says angrily.
I ponder playing dumb and responding in Irish but then quickly blurt out –
“My name is Ciaran. You’re ship crash-landed on this habitat. You asked for my help, remember? This is my home. I patched you up as best I could, you were in a bad way.”
“I would never have asked someone like you for help. You look just like him.”
“You did, try to remember.”
With that, she withdrew the blade. I let out a deep breath.
“Were we followed? I need to get off this habitat as soon as possible,” she says softly.
“No, definitely not. Why do you need to leave? We could go to the authorities.”
“No, they will just hand me over. I’m a wanted person in the Zen Corporation. Is there any way to get me off this habitat?”
I pause briefly but then a plan comes to mind.
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