"So what are you in for?" It was a prison transport. Of course it would be, I felt like someone in command didn't like me, which was probably true of multiple things. The prisoner asking me had a lot of facial tattoos I'd call unfortunate. I was the only non prisoner on the ship and even then I felt like maybe I was the only not shackled prisoner on board.
"Stupidity."
"Shit they are arresting people for that now?" He seemed genuine and for that I kind of felt sorry for him, if not for all the tattoos and clear scarring that spoke to a life of bad moves. Like we'd hardly been out of the machines danger and people were out committing crimes enough to get locked up? Didn't speak well for humanity.
"Just me I'm a special case of not learning to not respect authority."
"She's right charles, she never listens to anyone." Trezlan of course my constant bad advice giver had shown up. Charles looked at the sudden appearance of him as fairly routine.
"What are you supposed to be."
"Someone that won't die with his insides on the outside."
"What does that mean?" I put my arm on Trezlan's his flesh felt oddly hot.
"It means he's kidding enjoy the ride Charles."
"You're lucky Charles, do not interrupt other peoples conversations." Charles just leaned back in his harness and said whatever.
"So you are just going to bother me anytime I'm doing anything?"
"I like to believe I'm your spirit guide! Clearly you need someone around and I'll fill in the role for you." I was almost in a state of disbelief.
"So you have nothing more important to do?"
"Nope, and besides more time with my granddaughter." One of the guards turned to look at Trezlan, but he was gone. I have to admit if not for Charles saying something I was beginning to suspect Trezlan was in my head. I'd come to later wish he was.
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