Reduced sentence. The magic words.
He sits on the edge of his cot bouncing a blue ball against the wall of his cell. Less time behind bars would be a tempting offer if he had any chance of surviving.
He’s heard stories. He knows how ugly it gets. A steel cage match. Prisoner versus android. Bloody, brutal and all on pay-per-view.
Another bounce against cinder blocks. Flashes of blue against institutional grey.
He laughs, knowing there isn’t much of a choice at all. He’s fighting tonight whether he likes it or not.
Tough to be a ward of the state.
