Spacer1999
Literate Roleplayer -equal lover of story and smut
- Joined
- Jul 25, 2019
Dex sat against the wall of the cell, reading the Marco Codex. Of course, he wasn't actually reading it, he wouldn't have been allowed such a thing in this hell hole of a prison that his captors ran. The elite of an elite sect of scholars, Dex had been genetically engineered to have a perfect, eidetic memory. His years of 14-18 had been spent in the great library, looking at every page of every volume in the sacred stacks. Now, they were inside his head and when he had time, he contemplated the meaning of the many words that were in his brain, but he'd never taken the time to digest.
After the ship he'd been working on had been captured and he'd been imprisoned, he had a lot of time to 'read'.
Suddenly, the door rattled. He stood back against the wall, as was the rule, and waited.
The door flew open and two guards came in, wrestling with a struggling woman in battle armor.
After the ship he'd been working on had been captured and he'd been imprisoned, he had a lot of time to 'read'.
Suddenly, the door rattled. He stood back against the wall, as was the rule, and waited.
The door flew open and two guards came in, wrestling with a struggling woman in battle armor.