The rest of the way I walked on autopilot. Empty of thoughts or feelings I only came to my senses when the Port stop was announced and I got off the train. A welcome committee was strategically searching people at the platform exit. My first instinct was to turn back and board the train. Seeing those soulless killing machines in black uniforms from head to toe triggered something in me.
Following the line to pass the metal detector, my palms began to sweat. I tried to dry them on my pants while discreetly breathing in and out to relax myself before my turn. Close enough to hear them more clearly I understood that they were asking everyone for their IDs in advance.
- Hand it over.
That armour made them look so much bigger than what they actually were. Most of it was due to the voice altering software used on the helmet's settings. Machines. They were nothing more than means to an end. Never questing, just blindly following orders from someone they never met.
