Call for help.

You call for help.

"What is it?" A robotic sentinal asks when it is outside my cell.

"This man is trying to **** me!"

The man sitting on his bed only winked at me and licked his lips.

"This is no concern for us."

"You do live up to your reputation, you guys are useless."

"30 hours solitary confinement will remedy that way of thinking. It is logical to earn both your respect as well as to keep you from being '****'."

There was laughter eminating from the guards station. I knew that these sentinals were controled by guards with ID tags marked with their DNA so that only authorized guard could run them. Something from previous prison transportation riots that involved using sentinals, some reprogrammed by genious hackers, others clever enough to gain access to the guard rooms.

The sentinal dragged me out of the cell and all the way to the very bottom of the transport. It took a long time to get there, including a 5 minute tram-ride.

The solitary cells were located on the far-side of the engine room run by robotic-engeenering 'SRMs' or Self-Repair Modules.

The laser shield in place I sighed in relief as the sentinal moved away.