Damis sat against the bench, looking around the grand atrium observantly. It was a normal day aboard the Pericles space station, and the atrium was as busy as ever. Merchants shouted at the top of their lungs, showing off their wares, personnel hurried through, muttering about repairs, guards patrolled, careful to watch for crimes. It was packed full of people, each with their own business, trying to serve their own interests. Including him, Damis the watchman.
An automated voice came from the speakers above, filling the atrium. "Attention." came the mechanical voice. "Due to the recent spree of disappearance at night, the Pericles is under a ten o'clock curfew for all non-essential personnel. Please be in your quarters by then or you willl be prosecuted. Thank you for your compliance. Enjoy your day!"
Damis frowned. Over the last several days, people had been disappearing. That was strange for the Pericles, where crime of any sort was not tolerated, and the police kept a very close eye on potential criminals. This meant something was wrong in their little utopia. Something was terribly wrong. And he had a feeling it was only going to get worse.
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