Ramses

Movement at your peripheral vision.

"Alright. Communion with the cricket." Ramses initiates the session with a deft hit of three buttons and a switch.

You open the Renotel distribution panel once more. After pressing the ON button, you push the Voskol Auto-Negotiator's cord into the…

"I really think you'd dig this. You look like the type."

"Yyyes?" Again the heavy, authoritative Azzurri voice comes through.

Ramses' body, breathing softly.

"Hello again."

"How goes it, H?"

"Spare me the bleating you call an accent and listen up: metoprolol, you eunuch-diddling Azzurri. That's what I paid for -- not atenolol!"…

Amid the chaos and disrepair, the ghost of what this room used to look like emerges for a moment:

Nothing can be seen through the opaque glass of that narrow window, but you know exactly what's on the other side: a cramped, dirty…