A mosquito would occasionally perform a low-altitude flyby over the inmates' faces in the detention center.
The BUZZING sound, mingled with the hot sweat trickling down their skin, composed the symphony of the night.
Humans are, in fact, very simple creatures, very easy to satisfy.
At this very moment, in this environment, the inmates in the detention center craved nothing more than a single wisp of a cool breeze. They needed nothing else.
They wouldn't ask for anything more.
The schedule was as rigid as one for robots. At nine o'clock sharp, after watching the evening news and a current affairs program, they had to go to bed.
No talking was allowed, and even sitting up was forbidden.
They could only lie down, and whether sleepy or not, they had to endure it until daybreak.
The conditions in the detention center were spartan, a far cry from a proper prison. Even basic hygiene couldn't be guaranteed. The area holding female inmates was no cleaner than the men's cells.
