Cecilia couldn't find it in her to crack a smile at Kiley and Juno's jokes, though she attempted something like it. The end result, even she realized, was probably much more like a grimace.
Privately she thought, if TPTB were to play The Standford Prison Experiment, Pam would most certainly be a guard and Kiley would be a prisoner. Cecilia kept this thought to herself, instead heading over to the door and yanking on the bars. They didn't move so much as a fraction of an inch. Who were the guards, though? Frowning, Cecilia headed to the very edge of the cell and attempted to peer down the hallway. The space was too narrow, the walls too thick, to see much in any direction. She found she half expected some robot guards to come wheeling out, the parents of the 1950s robot babies hellbent on a good and proper revenge.
That probably would have been preferable to what was actually to come.
She sighed heavily and tried the bars again, not truly putting in as much effort as she might have done. She fished her phone out of her pocket and began typing a message to Owen. "This is a new level of stupid," she said. "If this is another edition of the world's worst LARP I'm pulling a shawshank."