This is the seventh section of the eighth chapter of Sonnets from a Proton. The novel starts here.
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Iz had finally got the drone to leave, it seemed like it needed company or something, Maybe it was just trying it’s luck, who knew? She considered heading to bed but first needed to clear her mind.
She fired up her pad “Hey Martin”
Although Martin had received the call he wasn’t allowing video “You do know the time I trust?”
“Yes sorry” she apologised. “It’s been a long night but I just wanted to ask you something”
“You ever heard of a group of people in down below? Down-town or something I think he called it.” she carried on half absent mindedly “Maybe it was The Below, or Substation.”
“Who called what?”
“Never mind does the name ring a bell?”
“Not in the context of the Habitat no.”
“Strange” Iz sat down “ It’s just I heard something about a group of people almost savages living in a closed off area of the Habitat.”
“Closed off” Martin yawned “I don’t believe that.”
“Neither did I, thanks that kind of answers my question.”
“What are you planning?”
“Oh just a little trip to try and prove a lie. Goodnight.” Iz closed the connection before Martin could reply.