Prime Numbers

The doors of the transport slid shut with a silent finality, sealing them in. There was no sensation of movement, no hum of an engine, yet the world outside the single, polarized window began to blur.

The silence was absolute, broken only by the sound of their own breathing. It was the silence of a tomb, a sterile, controlled environment where they were merely passengers, cargo being delivered to an unknown destination.

‘How long have we been traveling?’ Reyes asked, his voice cutting through the silence.

Kenji glanced at the polarized window, then back at his datapad. ‘Impossible to say,’ he replied. ‘There are no external reference points, and the transport’s internal chronometer is… abstract. It’s displaying a series of prime numbers.’