9. ‘9999’Sabienn awoke in a cell and immediately had his nostrils attacked by the pungent odour of bleach. The concrete floor on which he lay was swept clean and seemingly free of micro-organisms, though he noted the drool from his mouth was allowing a repopulation back on the floor.
He looked around at the high ceilings and the painted white walls. To him it was a cell like the million others he had stayed in but this had a feeling of home. Sabienn pulled himself closer to his bucket for his business and propped himself up to look inside. It showed no agency was trying to claim ownership of it. He remembered in his visions of other buckets where they’d be jealously stamped as “Property of Mission Cinnamon” or such but this bucket was screaming of no ownership whatsoever. It was just a cl
