Acera is deposited in a cell that oddly reminds oos of the sleeping pods back in Zion. It is a three-by-three meter cube with front and side walls made of impenetrable glass and the back wall, a stark white barrier. A thin slab protrudes from the rear wall and to its left, is a small control panel. A sleeping figure rests on the slab and does not stir even during Acera’s objections to being thrown in here. The robot guards keep their weapons pointed threateningly at Acera until the cell door’s airlock activates and confirms it is indeed secure.
Acera cradles oos’ injured arm to oos’ chest and hammers on the glass with the other. Oos shouts out in frustration and pain until the guards leave and lock down the area for the night. The harsh, white light fades to a pale yellow which is barely
