See the pretty picture? Click on it, go read some great new fiction.
Prisoner 1138 continues his journal entries. When
last we heard from him, he was devising experiments to see if he was being watched.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Entry 8
My experiments to determine whether or not my captors are using video surveillance have so far proven inconclusive. I tried the dramatic first: sharpening a pilfered eating utensil and threatening--on multiple occasions-- my veins with said instrument. No concerned orderlies broke into my room to prevent my threatened suicide. One might point out that the incredibly easy task of retaining my, metal, breakfast spoon was itself a test of the level of surveillance. But, perhaps I just have lazy monitors who missed my amateur piracy. In the same vein (heh), it is possible the assumed watchers just do not care if I end my life prematurely, and therefore were content to sit back and watch as I did so.
My next attempt involved taking apart my tablet and trying, very visibly, to connect with those back on Earth. I thought this would've prompted intervention; but, as my rudimentary engineering work failed to produce either more battery power or outside contact, it is conceivable that my jailors are merely snickering at my ineptitude and see no reason to intervene. Incidentally, the delay in writing these entries is a direct effect of my tablet experiment.
I am prisoner 1138, but my name is Abraham bin Navi.
