[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Subject Ψ[/color][/h2]
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As soon as the curfew was announced, Ψ quickly and very loudly bid farewell to all other subjects, straining his voice in attempts to make himself heard over the booming voice pouring forth from the speakers, picked up his book and retired to the holding cell. Noting with slight disappointment that he probably wasn't going to get a roommate any time, he placed his reading neatly on the floor at the arm's reach, turned off the lights and allowed himself to collapse on the bunk. Ψ was a very tall person, and as such, he fell iteratively, in a step-by-step fashion - first he stood up on one end of the bunk, then dropped on his knees and then excruciatingly slowly leaned forward, steadily accelerating in the fall until his head collided with the cushion with a quiet [i]pomf.[/i] 

Ψ didn't spend [i]too[/i] much time wallowing in self-pity and thinking about how miserable the current - partly due to the released sleeping agent, but also thanks to remembering the words Ghost, that white-haired and seemingly angry boy spoke when they've first met. After some contemplation it was concluded that some of his words carried within them, probably unintentionally, certain grains of sensibility - indeed, things were looking grim, but by far not as bad as they probably could've been. He could probably allow himself some time to orientate himself in his surroundings and learn about the mysterious "powers" that they all ha~
At that point the subject suddenly found himself sleeping, to his extremely brief and mild surprise.	

His awakening, however, was much more surprising and intriguing. His bunk somehow escaped from beneath him as he slept - as did the whole holding cell and the surrounding faculties. Instead of the mostly-sterile and sort of pleasant, if restricting and oppressive enviroment he was introduced to, Ψ - and, it seems, also Ghost and one other guy he didn't get acquaintanced with - ended up in...
[color=ed1c24]"City"[/color] - Ψ whispered, still lying on cold metal and enjoying the strangely-aligned landscape. He had no idea where that word came from. 
[color=ed1c24]"Citizen"[/color] - next word followed shortly behind. Ψ stood up very slowly and looked around, paying little heed to the two subjects who arrived with him. The weirdness of perspective settled to acceptable levels when he stopped looking at the world side-ways. In his brain, strange, but sensible links of associations. - [color=ed1c24]"Policeman. Man of the Polis. Police. But this place isn't a real city, is it?"[/color]

In addition to these daunting and wondrous discoveries, Ψ experienced something else - a strange and unusual feeling of, uh... 
Freedom. In a metaphorical sense - it's not like he was really shackled in his movements before or really at any point of his still very short existence. Still, this feeling was extremely strong and very strange. He felt that right here and right now, he can go [i]anywhere.[/i] But how? For some rason something like "by walking, you jamook" seemed like a wrong answer - everyone could do that all the time. This great sensation of absolute freedom of movement couldn't have stemmed from sudden realization of one's ability to merely walk...

[color=ed1c24]"Hey,"[/color] Ψ inquired, turning to Ghost and the other guy who he didn't really knew. [color=ed1c24]"Good... morning. Do you feel... anything strange?"[/color]