05 Into the Hole

Ju‑Long, the egomaniac project manager for Chin‑Yau’s starship program, is on the warpath—his target: Carl Bogeran, the teenage tech prodigy responsible for the ship’s advanced computer systems. When Ju‑Long uncovers a troubling error code in the system, he confronts Carl head‑on, sparking a clash between ego and raw genius.

Meanwhile, Ying‑Tai discovers just how disposable she is to her former employer. Cast aside without hesitation, she’s consigned to The Hole at Moon Mine #9.

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The author of the Exodus series is intentional about avoiding profanity and explicit sexual content. However, this episode does contain scenes of violence that some listeners may find disturbing. Listener discretion is advised. Earth Time. The white monkey waltzed onto the Starship system control deck ten minutes late, sat at one of the terminals, and began tapping on the control display. Julong watched as several of his technical staff joined the thrasher he'd disliked from the moment he'd met him.

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White American monkey?

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The epithet ran through his mind as one of Julong's subordinates laughed at what the kid said.

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I'll put you in your place, monkey man, he thought.

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He turned back to the holo screen hanging in the air before him and noted the error that had popped up on the system log this morning.

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Idiot. Misprogrammed the air filter system, he thought, and smiled. Oh, this will be delicious.

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He closed the error log he'd been reviewing and walked over to the small group of young men and women technicians. The white monkey noticed him approach and greeted him first. Got a little story to tell. He cringed at the nickname the white monkey had given him. Morning, Mr. Bogoran. Julong stood between two of the technicians and looked at Carl with a frown.

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Late again, I see.

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Carl scrubbed at his unkempt thick curly dark hair and smiled. Nah, you're just in time. The other tech snickered. You'll want to hear my story, another lame excuse. Julong said, barely hiding the derision in his voice. Well, you know, excuses are like compliance spies. The five technicians cut him off. Everybody's got one. They said in unison. And then burst into laughter. Julong's frown deepened and he glared at a female tech standing next to him. He knew he wouldn't do that because their workload would transfer to him. He ground his teeth and frowned deeper. Right, right, Carl said, gesturing with his hands to silence the others. And and this one is a doozy. Carl, don't keep us waiting. The female tech said, giggling. Zhu Long folded his arms and glared at the young white monkey thrasher. All right, Mr. Bogaran. You have all of our attention. Carl's face split into a gleaming smile, and he laughed. You won't believe this. He turned to one of the techs. Su Hulk, you remember last night was a late one, right? A tall male with a broad face, bushy black hair, and brilliant, gin-altered green eyes nodded. Yeah, I think I picked your head up off the console several times after you'd fallen asleep. He laughed, and the others joined in. Not the way I remember it. Carl said and continued. Anyway, I was extremely tired when the hawkster and I knocked off for the day. When my Chulong's mind wandered as Carl related his nonsense.

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Why does Jinyao put up with this 17-year-old American white monkey?

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He asked himself. He knew the answer, but didn't want to admit it to himself. The simple truth was that Carl Bogoran was an extremely good thrasher, probably better than himself, a fact Julong was loath to admit. And on top of that, the white monkey had been instrumental in the design and layout of Chin Yao's newest project. To make matters worse, Carl had developed a friendship with many of the Eurasian native computer techs on Julong's thrash team and got along with all of them quite well. This caused Julong to burn with jealousy.

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These are my people.

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For them to associate with a white monkey was just too much for him. And then I noticed I had no trousers. Carl finished his story and all the other texts burst into laughter. Suhawk laughed so hard he had tears streaming down his face. Carl nodded sheepishly, and the text burst out into more peals of laughter. Unamused and still with folded arms, Ju Long spoke as soon as the laughter ebbed. Hmm. Very humorous, he said without the slightest hint of mirth in his voice. Perhaps, Mr. Bogoran. That would explain why we have a triple X system error in the environmental system this morning. Lu Hua, one of the female techs, gin altered with white hair and one pink and one blue eye, looked puzzled at Juong.

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Because Carl can't seem to find his pants?

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She smiled, and the Tex laughed some more. Julong sneered and huffed. If Chin Yao finds out about this. My turn, Carl. Well, I suppose anything is possible. The hawkster and I were real tired last night, Carl said. Julong frowned. Disappointed Carl didn't rise to the bait with self-righteous denial of responsibility. Allow me to educate you, Mr. Bogoran. Julong pushed Carl aside and sat at the console and began tapping at the key display. A hollow screen appeared above the controls. A schematic, glowing image of the ship's environmental system was depicted. As Julong tapped at the keys, the image zoomed into one of the air filter systems, and a glowing red number winked on and off above it as the AI spoke. He turned his head and saw Carl's profile.

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Hmm. Let me see if I can fix it.

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Carl said, plopped in the seat next to Julong and tapped on the key display.

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Where did you come from?

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He whispered under his breath. It's errors like this that are going to keep us from meeting our deadline. Juong said, turning in his seat and facing the tech, staring at the screen. Hu Hua, an error like this could have endangered every life aboard the ship. If it had not been for my scrutiny of last night's work, there would have been catastrophic consequences. It would have shown up on the airlog. Suhawk spoke up. It's not the end of the world. You've just revealed your stupidity and ignorance, Suhawk. The airlog doesn't always pick up a triple X. Most likely someone will have to go in to fix it. The text looked uncomfortable and Lu Hua smirk vanished.

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Go in?

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She asked, fear tinging her voice. Not so funny now, is it? Julong sneered. He paused and leaned back with his hands behind his head. The triple X error is notorious for disguising itself so that it can't be detected. If I hadn't gone back into the system this morning, while you all were still asleep, this error would remain undetected. Julong noted the silence of the text, and they all seemed to be staring at the deck, except for Carl, who remained tapping at the terminal. His temper flared at the seemingly uncaring attitude of the white monkey, and he continued, I may have to report this incident to Chen Yao for Carl raised his hand, palm facing Zulong. I'm going in, he said. Suhawk, fetch me a temporal transducer. Carl, you don't have to do that. Maybe we can find some other way, Suhawk said. Nah, it's my screw up. I'll fix it. Suhaq retrieved a transducer and handed it to Carl. See you soon, Carl said, placing the transducer on his head. He turned to the screen, and his body went limp. Chu Long allowed a smile to creep onto his face.

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Good. Maybe he'll return vacant, he thought.

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Going in, as it was called by thrashers, was no trivial matter. It involved the unhooking of part of one's mentality, infusing it into an avatar, and inserting oneself into the computer system as a digital electronic entity. Only the experienced attempted it, and sometimes even they never fully mentally returned. It was called coming back vacant. Chulong's texts were mere infants when it came to experience and going in. Chulong sincerely hoped the white monkey would return as nothing more than a drooling vegetable, even though it meant he'd have to pick up the extra workload. Lu Hua brought her hands to her mouth and stared at Carl's unmoving body. He thought he heard her whimper.

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Maybe this will teach them a lesson.

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After several minutes, Carl jerked and then gasped.

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Carl, you okay?

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Suhawk asked. The white monkey shook his head and removed the transducer and stood up looking at the group.

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Fine.

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He blinked a few times and then smiled.

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No problem.

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Julong's frown returned. Serves you right for screwing. I think you better look at this first, Julongster. Carl said and pushed the whole screen toward him. Why don't you just admit you were careless? Stop trying to shift blame. Carl grinned. The error manifested itself when it encountered some coding from a few days ago. You're barking at the wrong tech team. Julong's face stiffened and the color drained. What are you talking about? He demanded. Right here. Carl grabbed the whole of screen and handed it to Julong. He pointed at the screen. That code entry from two days ago is causing the programming from last night to create an error. The two entries are incompatible. Carl's right. The entry from last night is accurate and matches the air filter protocols. Her finger traced a line on the screen to a point in the corner. Here's the offending code line. Run a cross-check. I'm sure you'll find where the error originated, Carl said. Chulong snatched the screen back and peered at it in silence. Suhawk leaned over his shoulder and looked at the screen.

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Well, well.

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Look who put that code in. He stood up straight with a huge grin on his face and looked at the other texts. Chulongster, shall I report to Chin Yao that you made a serious programming error two days ago? All of the tech stared at him. It's his error? Liu Hua asked. Suhawk nodded his head up and down. Yep. It seems the accuser owes the accused an apology. Chulong looked sideways at Carl, who wore an impassive expression. Fury exploded inside him. He tossed the screen aside, shot out of the seat, sending it flying behind him, and stalked out of the room. He thought as the door shushed close behind him.

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This isn't over. I have my ranch.

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September nineteenth, twenty ninety-six. Earth time. The transparent wall slid back into the floor at her feet, and the guns retracted back into the ceiling. She coughed a few more times, spitting blackened saliva as she stepped out of the niche. The traumatized prisoners, shaken to submission, moved away from the walls and huddled in the middle of the room, naked and dripping. She shivered as the frigid air slowly evaporated the moisture on her skin. Opposite the chamber's entrance, a long curved door slid along the wall, rumbling as it opened, beckoning the prisoners further into the complex. Move to the next room. Leave your clothes, the voice from the speakers commanded. The amusement in the voice had vanished. You'll be issued new clothes, tools, and an assignment. The naked mass of prisoners hesitated, then shuffled through the opening, sufficiently cowed by the previous procedure. Lack of clothing seemed of no immediate concern. Ying Tai ignored her soft feminine body's nakedness, and the prisoners around her appeared to do the same. She supposed the guns protruding from the various positions in the walls may have contributed to their lack of interest. In the next room, behind metal tables laden with clothes and equipment, armed guards watched the prisoners carefully. A dull red jumpsuit was thrown to her. It looked and smelled like she wasn't the first or even the second convict to wear it. The guard told her to put it on and she slipped on the coarse red fabric. Next, they handed her two unfamiliar pieces of equipment. The voice over the speakers drowned out the click and clack of the equipment being handed out, giving additional instructions. You may have been used to digipads, computers, or even guns. Well, these are now the tools of your trigger. Take good care of them. If they break, you'll still be required to fulfill your quota, which, without these tools, will be very difficult indeed. Ying Tai held up one of the tools. It was long and slender, similar to her katana she longed for. The long tool is a stone cutter or saw, the voice informed them. Use it to cut out slabs of rock. The smaller tool is an ultrasonic hammer. It is used for crushing and breaking bigger pieces of rock. The voice paused as the prisoners looked at the tools, undoubtedly questioning why they'd be given potential weapons. There has to be a catch, Ying Tai thought as she saw some of the prisoners exchange knowing glances.

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They'd have already considered that.

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To confirm her conclusion, the voice continued with a chuckle. Now, I'm sure many of you are already thinking of the potential these tools have as weapons. The voice became harsh, purged that thought. They're only operable at a certain depth in the mines. The business end is sensitive to the composition of human flesh. Within several inches of human flesh, the blade or hammer will instantaneously shut down, rendering them useless as a weapon. After receiving clothes and tools, they were ushered to the back wall and directed to wait until all of the prisoners had been clothed and armed with mining tools. She heard nervous and frightened whispers amongst the prisoners as they waited. Once the entire group had been clothed and issued tools, the voice continued. Two massive doors parted opposite the processing chamber, and immediately the sound of heavy equipment burst into the room. The prisoners shuffled out into a well-lit cavern inside the mountain. Ying Tai watched a large truck rumble by, turn, and then drive deeper into the space. The carved out space under the mountain seemed to stretch for miles. Details were lost in a gray haze. The large truck disappeared behind a huge pile of rock. Her gaze traced the pile's profile up to the ceiling. The cavern ceiling faulted high overhead, and Ying Tai tried not to think of the tons of rock they were entombed within. She inhaled the dry, warm air, grateful for the heat after the cold chamber of horror. The air smelt like stone mixed with fuel and other inorganic substances, and she felt grit enter her nostrils as she breathed. The group of prisoners was herded down into a narrow trench covered with a metal grate that ran below the cavern's surface. As they marched along, large, rumbling vehicles crossed back and forth over the grate, showering the group with a fine dark gray dust. A short way down the trench, a barred opening set into the sidewall housed a guard inside a small, dirty office. As each prisoner approached, he consulted his digipad and then injected something into each prisoner's skin just above the wrist. That's your new identity and assignment. He growled. One of the prisoners protested, pushing away from the barred opening. The guard behind the bars withdrew his gun and shot the prisoner neatly in the head. The man slumped to the hard floor below the barred window, blocking the path. The guard, still wielding the gun, pointed at the next man in line. Move. Just step over the garbage. The next prisoner straddled the dead man's body awkwardly, received his injected identity, and shuffled forward. Go to the first left, turn, and proceed to the end of the trench. The guard barked. The man hurried forward, leaving bloody footprints from where he had stepped into the expanding pool of blood on the floor. When Ying Tai stepped to the window, the guard covered one ear as another vehicle rumbled over the trench. He glanced at his digipad and an eyebrow rose. Right. I'll take care of her, he said to no one in particular. Then he leered at Ying Tai from behind the safety of the bars. Orden wants something special for you. His smile changed to a rotting, brown-toothed grin. From several feet away, the fetid odor of his breath slapped her in the face. She wrinkled her nose and drew back. Don't send many girlies down there. He turned, selected an instrument hanging on the wall, turned back and said, Gimme your arm. Ying Tai thrust her cybernetic arm forward. The guard looked at the gleaming metal appendage. Rotting teeth appeared again. He grabbed the gun and pointed it at her head. Real funny. She withdrew the metal arm and offered her right arm to him. A sneer replaced the brown grin, and the guard placed the injector just above the wrist. She felt a sharp jab and something small penetrate into her skin.

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Subdermal tracking bug?

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Now, you, Missy. You go all the way to the end of the trench. His foul breath turned her empty stomach, and she noticed he kept his hands safely inside the bars as he pointed. Don't turn to the right or the left. Just follow it to the end. She glared at the dirty man. And if I don't? The guard backed away and stared at her as if she were crazy. Apparently he wasn't used to prisoners talking back. He regained his composure and began laughing in a hoarse voice. The tracker will locate you, and then we'll shoot ya. With a last contemptuous look at the brown-toothed, grimy man with a deadly case of halitosis, she turned away and headed down the trench. More to escape the stench than to obey his command. On the trek to the end of the very long trench, Ying Tai heard the sounds of the mining operation grinding away above her. Frequently, enormous trucks crossed over the grate, showering her with fine dark gray dust. Loud rumblings shook the floor and other strange sounds came from above. A thick layer of gray dust lay undisturbed on the floor. Apparently, this part of the trench was seldom used. As she breathed, dusty, dry grit coated the back of her throat. She smelled the dust, grease, oils, and other unknown scents. She stopped to let a truck pass overhead in front of her and wiped her voice breath. Her head came away, streaked with dark green mud. Ying Tai stopped at an intersection of another trench and looked down its long length. She considered taking a detour, and then thought about the guard behind the bars with the rotting teeth and vomitous breath. She limped forward, deciding it unwise to try to attempt escape when she was still mending from her injuries.

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Probably wouldn't get far. Besides, where would I go?

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The mining chamber hewn into the mountain clearly was sealed off from the airless moon. Oh rotten teeth would surely track her down, breathe on her, shoot her full of holes, and smile while doing it. Best to wait for a more opportune moment. At the end of the trench, she came to a set of metal stairs leading up to the grate at floor level. After a moment, a heavily armed soldier came to the grate, undid the Locked and swung it open, then stood back, gesturing with his gun. Out of the trench, he barked from behind a mirrored helmet. As Ying Tai limped out of the trench, she studied the immediate area. She noticed about ten more soldiers, heavily armed, each with a gun pointed at her. Beyond them, the dark rock walls rose high and converged overhead. She took note of a system of catwalks traversing the cavern and a tall, multi-storied building against one of the dark rock walls. Backlit windows stared out into the cavern, and three heavy doors, two garage-sized and one man-door, were punched into the first level. The soldiers directed her to a steel-framed structure with a cable and pulley system. The cable was attached to a platform suspended over what appeared to be a deep shaft surrounded by a low railing. Attached to the railing hung a sign with two words, the hole. The guard gestured toward the platform with his gun. Move on to the lift. Suddenly, Ying Tai was thinking that maybe death would be preferable to what awaited in the shaft. As she drew close, she could feel icy cold air rising from the abyss. She tensed, ready to spring into a flurry of action, when the soldier fired his gun into the ground inches from her feet. The ground vibrated from the impact, and a spray of tiny rocks pelted her boots. I said move, the guard yelled, shoving her forward with the muzzle of his gun. A chorus of clicks from ten automatic weapons being engaged chased away any ideas of escape. She smiled disarmingly, holding her hands out to her side and limped toward the platform, stepped over the edge, and caught a glimpse of thick blackness below. The platform tilted slightly and she scurried to the center. Once on the platform, it began to drop into the abyss. The icy air seeped from the dark rocks surrounding her, and she felt it bury her as the lift plummeted. The dim lights above dwindled as the lift fell away into the hole. Ying Tai wasn't sure how long she stood frozen in the center of the swaying platform before complete thick darkness enveloped her. There was no trace of any light whatsoever. She thought about adjusting her body's temperature, but then decided against it. No telling what weights below must preserve my strength. The darkness's icy grip filled the air and she sank down to the surface of the lift, shivering and hugging her body, trying to keep warm. After a while, the lift stopped swaying and all sense of movement vanished. She had no idea how far she'd descended. At one point, she felt the air stir as if something passed by to one side, but she could see nothing. Look over the edge, she thought. Her gaze tried to penetrate the pitch black. Even with enhanced biowired sight, she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. The blackness was so complete she feared accidentally slipping off the lift and decided to remain where she was. After what seemed hours, she noticed a less than pitch black area, and she thought she heard metal striking rock in the distance. He placed a last chunk of rock into it, stood up, and called out. He looked around the dim cavern carved out of the strata deep below the moon's surface. In a haphazard spaced grid, pillars of uncut rock had been left standing to support the cavern's close ceiling. A host of prisoners sat or stood around the cavern, cutting and chipping away at the stubborn, cold, dark grey walls. Only cracking rock tumbling to the cavern floor, and sporadic conversation punctuated the music of hard, endless labor.

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Is he hiding behind a pillar?

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Morston peered into the dimly lit space. Where is the oaf? He fumed. If Otis thought he could renege on the dill they'd made earlier in the day, life would suddenly become unpleasant for him. Morston's stomach growled in hunger. He's not getting my rations if he doesn't come through on his end. He tried again. Otis! Just as he was about to go searching for him, a fat troll came shambling from around a stone pillar. Morston still marveled at the size of the mountain of flesh. Not only was Otis giant vertically, a little over ten feet, but he was massive horizontally as well. Otis here, Jimmy! He wore a dopey grin on a smudged cherubic face towering more than four feet over Morston. Told you not to call me that. Morston thumped him in the ribs with a meaty smack. Otis's smile thinned. Ow. Are you reneggin' on our deal? You still want my meal? Morston glared up at the human aberration. Uh yep. Otis's head rocked up and down. Then he stuck a thick pudgy finger in his ear and twirled it around. Then get my rocks. Take them to the bend, Dolt. Morston turned in disgust from Otis's ear drilling procedure. Okay. Otis bent over and, as easily as picking up a feather, hefted the full carrier of rocks and swung it across his back. Morston glanced sideways at Otis. Next time, you better respond quicker or deals off. He turned back to his work at the cavern wall. Otis was almost two times the size of him, but his brain was probably the size of a peanut. And with an equal amount of intelligence. Or so, Morston thought. He recalled when Otis had first been dropped into the hole. All of the other prisoners thought he was some kind of mutant that was going to cannibalize them in their sleep. After several days, the other prisoners plotted to kill Otis. Recognizing perhaps a powerful ally in the giant, he befriended Otis, thinking that perhaps someday the giant could be exploited for his own selfish desires. Morston had fought off all of Otis's attackers with bare hands in a valiant effort and later sent eleven corpses back up the shaft. Since then, Otis had developed a severe case of misguided loyalty toward him. He became Morston's shadow and hardly left his side. The prisoners that feared and hated Otis eventually died, and now Otis was accepted as part of the inmate family. Morston knew he probably could be a dangerous adversary, but the oversized idiot allowed him to boss him around, as if he was his personal slave. He smiled at the thought. Big dope. As he positioned the cutter, he realized Otis's shadow still lingered, and he turned. He still stood there, looking down at him. Otis, we don't have time for this. If Koda falls short today, you can forget about any extra food. The giant man smiled. He turned and plodded away. Morston watched Otis's rolls of meaty fat quiver as he walked back toward the mine's lift. He turned back to the rock wall, repositioned the cutter, and flicked it on. He waited for the blade to hum, then placed the tip of the cutter perpendicular to the rock wall before him. It slowly sank into the dark gray stone. He strained at the resistance the stone material created and slowly cut out a large stone chunk. After about fifteen minutes it crashed to the floor. He flipped off the cutter and retrieved the hammer. His first hammer had broken and he needed another. So after lights out one night, he killed one of the other prisoners and taken their hammer. He'd been dying anyway, and after so long of not being able to torture or kill someone, it had felt good. None of the other inmates suspected anything other than death by fatigue. Morston turned the stolen hammer on and applied it to the large chunk of rock. The hammer's ultrasonic wave slowly sent small cracks across the rock surface and smaller pieces began to slop off. Another man, not far away, wiped grime and sweat from his brow, leaving behind a dark smear upon his gray, stained flesh, and ambled over next to Morston. He slumped against the cavern wall and slipped down to the floor. You know, one of these days Otis is going to clobber you. Shut up, Dex, Morston said, still working on breaking up the large rock. All he'd have to do is pass gas after a particularly ripe meal, and we'd all be canaries in a coal mine. He's as stupid as he is big. Ah, Morston. That's not nice. He's just a big teddy bear. Albeit a grizzly teddy bear. Just don't make him mad. Morston stopped and looked at Dex. Don't you have a quota to meet? Dex picked himself up and shambled back to his work. Horston finished clobbering the rock into smaller chunks and began slicing out another chunk from the cavern wall. His thoughts returned to the past. It had been nine long years since he'd been sent to the hole. He'd heard somewhere it had been specifically dug for him. After his failure to destroy the Libberniks and prevent them from escaping on the Ark, Arlus Ross had sentenced him to a life of slavery working in the mine the Libernics had left behind on the moon. His sentence would go on for a very long time because of the life-prolonging treatment Ross had given him. The hole started to be dug shortly after he recovered from his injuries in the last battle between him and the Liberniks. Eight months later, he'd become the sole inhabitant of the sublunar prison. It wasn't long, and within a few years, other enemies of the state joined him. Now there were around a hundred inmates slaving for the greater glory of the league. He glanced in Dex's direction. Sometimes he wondered if it wouldn't have been better if he was still alone. Dex could be so irritating.

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Jimmy!

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Otis's voice echoed from somewhere in the cavern. Morston threw down the hammer and growled. I told him not to call me that. Dex stopped his work and looked at him. What do you think he's shouting at?

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Found person. Jimmy, Jimmy, Dex, Dex, Tima, Tima, Gecko, Gekko, come look.

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Otis's voice came from the shaft chamber. I'm gonna kill him. Morston said, charged off in the direction of Otis's voice. Dex followed close behind. If you kill him, you'll have to fill his quota. Morston growled deep in his throat. Tima! Otis was still calling for everyone when Morston mounted a stone tower. Otis! You call me Jimmy one more time, and I'm gonna shut He stopped, dead in his tracks, and stared open-mouthed at the woman standing beside Otis's towering frame. Threats of violence completely forgotten. One word of shock slipped out. Maya. Moonbound is a pulse-pounding sci-fi thriller from the Exodus series by Warson T. Badger. If you crave rebellion, high stakes heists, and lunar warfare, this science fiction audio drama will leave you breathless. Read the entire Exodus five book series. Available wherever digital and physical books are sold.