Pathway to Destiny
I asked where prisoners were housed, kept, or re-educated.
Nothing.
I asked then for the history of incarceration and penalties for breaking the law.
A vast expanse of information opened up to me. I began scouring through the most recent entries. There was one Jail on the whole planet.
Terran Hold 14 was on a far island in the east. It was by no means a small place, it was as large as a small country. The entire island was the facility. From the outside it looked like a large mass of metal, several stories tall. You could see lines from the additions, and small windows scattered through out the mass. Day and night, bright spotlights searched and swerved from the four corners of the structure. The lights watching the waters for anyone who dared escape. In the center of the mass was a tower like structure with windows scattered throughout. It was rumored to be the guards tower, where the guards resided when off duty. On the top of the so called tower was a device that could grab an object big or small and move it by magnetic force, setting it down anywhere they wished it to go. A tractor beam.
The inside of Terran Hold 14 was an endless maze with no maps or signs for guidance once you were inside. Floors, wings, sections of the building were all dedicated to different crimes and functions, but with no flow or reasoning to them. A guard was assigned a section, he knew no other section til he retired from service. A guard working in petty theft would never see the place they kept serial arsonists, or even know of it’s whereabouts.
Inside the guard’s tower each floor was a security clearance. Those on the highest floor had the most clearance. They would be the administrative and executive workers for the prison, one of the few who knew the entirety of the prison contents. Each floor had clearly marked sections, and no common rooms. You worked and lived with your coworkers til you quit, were fired, or retired. The reasoning was simple, flow of information and job focus. Every worker knew what the other was doing, they couldn’t help but know, everyday it was the same fifteen or thirty people they interacted with.
There was a prisoner database, but only someone on the administrative level would have access. Then something caught my eye, the architect of Terran Hold 14 was Harley. I double checked looking up the person named. There was article after article of his technological advances and accomplishments. Pictures don’t lie, it was the same guy I knew.
So Harley is here, and working for Mark. Alive and well in this day and age. I took in a deep breath and pondered whether of not he would help me.