“Yes, we are going to the gym.”
“But only the colonists are allowed to use the gym—”
“The rules changed. We’re allowed to use the gym now.”
“Oh,” Saleh replied. He moved quickly, trying to keep up with the pace Hidayat dragged him at. “But why would we need a gym? The war is over, right?”
“Yeah. It’s over. But we’re using the gym anyway.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Hidayat sighed and shifted his gaze back to the crowd. The annoying uptight was rattling on about something. He didn’t care, but then something about the handbooks was mentioned. Right, the handbooks. . . those weird things.
“Saleh,” Hidayat began. “May I have your handbook?”
“. . . What is a handbook?”
““. . . Do you have any strange rectangles on your person?”
“Ah!” he reached in his pocket and pulled out his handbook. Then, he dropped it. “Oh. It fell.” When he reached for it, he added, “Why did it drop on a gym floor? I do not remember being in a gym.”
Hidayat sighed. “I do not have the patience for this,” he muttered.
He looked away, glanced at the furtiveness of the crowd, and laughed. “Kill? You lot? Easy fucking task. I’ve done it about six times.”
He looked up.
“Everyone here pales in comparison to what I’ve done. Do you even know what a trigger is?” He laughed. “I guess I’m going home first.”