The day before...
Woden was going to die today.
A guard had told him so, yesterday. "Enjoy your last day," he'd said. Then he'd shaken his head and walked off.
He sat in his cell, eating his food. It was edible. There wasn't much else to say about it.
Once he'd finished, he carefully slid the tray into the disposal slit on the wall, making sure not to splinter any of it. Unsplintered trays were processed quicker in the system, which pleased Accura. And that was a good thing, because he was loyal to Accura. So loyal he was even going to let them kill him.
He sat back down to wait for the executioner to arrive with his gun. Or maybe it would be a dissection table. Who knew what they could use his brain for? Although, to be honest, Woden didn't think it would be much use to anyone other than himself. That was why he was getting killed, after all.
Within a few minutes, the executioner arrived. His gun gleamed scarlet, even in the bland lights of the cell. Yes, Woden was useless to Accura. He was a drain on resources, a liability. He could not help them. He could not help them. Nnot could he help could he not could not could could couLd-
"Enjoy your last day," said the guard, shaing his head and walking off.
Woden was going to die tomorrow.