Sirens were blaring. They hurt his ears, but he pushed on. The floor in the corridor was shiny and black, reflecting the white light from the pods stacked next to the walls on either side. He glanced from left to right as he ran, searching the screens next to the pods frantically. The markings flashing on them were in the language of his captors, but he'd spent enough time among them to know what they meant. He'd learned early on that if your masters think you're an idiot, they let the reins slip.
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