SFF Saturday 5-25-2013

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When last we saw Prisoner 1138, he was convinced the life support systems in his cell were malfunctioning.  This is one scientist who forgot his clinical training...

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Entry 10

This is more effective than any experiment I could have devised.  If I am truly being watched, then surely my captors would have intervened by now.  Uneaten food lies  piled beneath the food dispensing slot. The air reeks of sweat and that particular "sick-room" smell that can never quite be eliminated by aerosolized disinfectant.

At this point I must assume that my med-chip data is not being monitored either, or it is and they are collating data points on my symptom progression. I have not risen from my bed in over a day.  The linens around me are smeared with mucous, some of it, to my horror, now containing blood.  Is this their plan?  A final cruel irony--that I face the misery I inflicted, and will inflict, on so many others?

I am Prisoner 1138.  I am Dr. bin Navi.  I am dying.

SFF Saturday April 13, 2013

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Prisoner 1138 isn't feeling so well.....
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Entry 9

The ridiculous excuses for food taste worse than ever.  I don't know how that's possible, but I'm even less inclined to eat.

The atmospheric filters appear to be malfunctioning as well. Mild irritants have caused my mucus membranes to swell and start leaking. This might be a result of the damaged pressure valve in my cell, though, because my ears and sinuses feel clogged.

I have no energy for experiments.  I cannot focus on the texts regarding extending kinetic battery life.

The temperature controls are fluctuating wildly.  I have been both over-heated and shivering with cold in the span of four hours.

I am prisoner 1138, but my name is..... Abraham...bin Navi

SFF Saturday April 6 2013

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Prisoner 1138 continues his journal entries.  When last we heard from him, he was devising experiments to see if he was being watched.

 

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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.