S E V E R E D Severed
Somewhere, deep within the bowels of Skitzatos Seven...
A mental asylum, housing numerous infamous and dangerous criminally insane patients, including the infamous 'Royal Five'.
"So, you finally did it?" The interrogator's voice was distorted by their respirator. They resembled a surgeon in their uniform, just as clean and precisely stitched as the corridors of the asylum itself. Their boots a deep black, much like their gloves - their details highlighted by the sleek reflective surface. A gray apron strapped to the blinding white texture of their clothing underneath - combined with an array of plasma based cutting technology in a tool-set at their waist like a ribbon of torture you would find in a serial killer’s how-to blog. It looked almost as if their eyes were the two goggle pieces, that could expand and retract at will - originally developed for dentists, the optics allowed for them to
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I adore space.
My only regret in life will be not becoming an astronaut.
Yuri Gagarin is my hero.