{"id":9551,"date":"2014-09-11T13:59:56","date_gmt":"2014-09-11T19:59:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.onelowerlight.com\/writing\/?p=9551"},"modified":"2014-09-11T13:59:56","modified_gmt":"2014-09-11T19:59:56","slug":"strangers-in-flight-excerpt-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.onelowerlight.com\/writing\/strangers-in-flight-excerpt-4\/","title":{"rendered":"Strangers in Flight — excerpt 4"},"content":{"rendered":"

Who are these people?<\/i> she wondered. Clearly, the older man was a doctor, which meant that the younger was probably his apprentice. The room itself seemed like a bathroom in a medical facility, though not at all like the one at home. But that was what her father had told her, wasn\u2019t it? That when she awoke, she\u2019d be far away from everything she knew?<\/p>\n

\u201cHello,\u201d she said again. \u201cMy name is Reva. Can you understand me?\u201d<\/p>\n

From the stupid way the young apprentice smiled at her, it was clear that the answer was \u201cno.\u201d As if to confirm this, the doctor spoke to him in a language she\u2019d never heard before. His words sounded so foreign that she couldn\u2019t make any sense of them.<\/p>\n

So I am far from home.<\/i><\/p>\n

The doctor took her by the arm and gently led her through a tall doorway. They walked down a short corridor to a boxy, windowless room with a screen on one wall and a series of modular compartments in the other. He pulled out a retractable table and motioned for her to sit. As she did, a spiderlike medical bot descended from the ceiling and unfolded its spindly arms. She flinched, but the doctor snapped his fingers and it retreated into the far corner.<\/p>\n

The apprentice came in and pulled a piece of folded fabric from one of the wall compartments. He unfolded it and held it out to her, and she saw that it was a body covering like the ones they wore. She shook her head and waved it away, but he held it out insistently.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d she said firmly. \u201cI don\u2019t want it, thank you.\u201d<\/p>\n

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