A few non-eventful days pass.

The next few days pass in a blur. You spend most of your time in the cell, slowly going mad with boredom. You spend a lot of your time playing with diagnostic settings in your implants, tuning them for different situations and responses, while in the back of your mind, watching the power remaining tick down day by day. You try to avoid exercising, so you don't hasten the point at which you'll need to rely on emergency power.

You're fed twice a day, and are escorted to shower every evening, all by robots. During this time, you only notice one other inmate; it seems this town doesn't have a lot of criminals, or at least ones who stay in the cells. A huge bearded man with a black ponytail, who ogles you while you shower. It makes you feel gross, but there's nothing you can do about it.

For the most part, he keeps his distance. That was, until last night. While you were washing your hair, you felt a pair of meaty hands on your back pushing you bodily into the wall across from you. The robots didn't even try to intervene.