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It was quiet, too quiet as the man in the pod shifted his ears almost trying to strain to hear the sound of cars and voices outside of the apartment window. Nothing, nothing but a low buzz or humming as if there was some sort of machine that overpowered the entire city.

City… that wasn’t right was it something had happened, he had agreed to something didn’t he or he had to go to jail wasn’t that what happened. No? His thoughts were scattered as he shifted more trying to wake up his slumbering body, it was stiff as if it had been laying in bed too long or maybe standing up in some sort of fashion with his arms crossed. A few seconds later something beeped, an alarm? Soon it was followed by a hissing noise as something popped open.

This was not France, this wasn't Berlin, Monte Carlo, hell, Sid was pretty sure it wasn't even St. Petersburg consider that for the most part white actually look white and that he had only traveled there once and barely remembered it. Blinking a few times, Sid squinted at the bright light as he tried to pull the brim of his hat down.

Except there was no hat, he groaned a little as he slumped forward, his legs still stiff for however long he had been standing. Why had he fallen asleep standing? He groaned again as he attempted to take a step forward out of the pod, maybe taking what he considered the first step for mankind in whatever futuristic hell he had signed up for.

Still blinking he looked at the figure that was standing in front of him as he leaned heavily on the pod. It took a moment for Sid to realize it was a woman with a friendly enough looking smile. At least it wasn’t like a gun pointed t him and he was told to move it.

“Hé, quel est cet endroit encore et qui êtes-vous?”

It took a moment to process the words that the woman was saying in a different language, his brain filtering through each one before settling on the correct one and translating.

“Oh… yea I do…. Who are you...and where am..I?” The words were stiff and slow as if adjusting the right words into place without saying the french version that immediately popped into his head. Looking back at the pod he found his hat on the floor, maybe a little crumpled from being mindlessly dumped into it without an interest in taking care of personal belongings.

He watched her as she picked up the hat and slowly nodded making a face at the rather crumpled state it was in. Taking it from her he ran his fingers through his hair before putting it back on his head, ignoring the part of the brim that flopped incorrectly in places.
It took a minute for his brain to play catch up and translate everything Nellie was saying to him and wondered if she really understood why he had ended up there. Recruited seemed like a more friendlier term then him having to pick the lesser of two evils in order to have a small taste of freedom. He hoped he hasn’t made the wrong pick.

“Sidney…. Sidney Gerard….” For a second Sid thought about using a different name, something like Shawn or something that way when things went south he could book it.

He took a moment to finally glance around the room, it was filled with pods all similar to the one he had stepped out of and made him wonder if they were all filled with people like him or were some of them emptied out over the years. It sent a little bit of a chill up his spine at the thought of how many more were like him? How many others did they recruit into a possible cult situation.

“France...and yea.. Nice to meet you too Nellie.” He glanced her over, not willing to part with any more information from where he had came from just to be safe. “Um.. English is fine… I can read both English and French if need be so...either is fine I guess. Sooo….” He trailed off making a face as he tried to think of what question to sort of ask first, what question did he even think about starting with? It wasn’t like he couldn’t just ask if the plan was to kill him off or something.

“Where’s the bathroom?”