Seven diurns, Raj, then I must be about other business. Annoying, the way it works its way into the most sensitive area. 'That's not enough! I might do it in sixty. Thomas closed his eyes, feeling his voice go slack in his throat, his mouth dry. This was not just another diversion, another replay. He glared at the sensor, as though that were the origin of the presence in his head. Ship was relentless: Not MY problem! Your problem. 'We have to solve Your problem of WorShip. 'There isn't time for hysteria.' He opened his eyes, brought his hands away from his ears, and spoke in the general direction of the ceiling sensor. Why not, Devil? Hysteria has its moments. 'Ship!' He closed his eyes and found that he was near tears. Ship's unmistakable presence filled Thomas' head so suddenly that he clapped his hands over his ears in reflex. his hand will be against every man and every man's hand against him, and he shall dwell in the presence of all his brethren. It had progressed to the far corner of the cell. The cell was spartan - the hammock, a fixed desk, a sink, an old-style composting toilet without seat. He was aware of the sensor eye prying at him from the ceiling. or they had moved the other one from Colony. Quarantine! Before they had closed the hatch, he had glimpsed a sign across the way: 'Lab One.' So they had a Lab One here, to. It turned out to be a quick once-over by a strange med-tech and isolation in this cell. What was going on over at Colony? Where had they taken Waela? They had told him he was headed for debriefing. Some of those footsteps outside were running. 'Quarantine!' he snorted, still talking aloud. They had taken all of his clothing, every possession, leaving him with a poorly fitted green singlesuit. He knew he was somewhere within Oakes' infamous Redoubt, the fortress outpost on Black Dragon. It had been locked from the outside, no handle in here. There was a steady stream of footsteps up and down the passage outside his locked hatch. 'It wouldn't surprise me to find a few rats skulking around this place. 'So we brought you, too.' Thomas spoke aloud to the fly. The fly skirted the protrusion of a sensor eye. There were no ports in this cell, no chrono. THOMAS STRETCHED himself in the hammock of a cell and watched a fly creep its way across his ceiling. My duties towards the beings of my own species had greater claims to my attention because they included a greater proportion of happiness or misery. This was my duty, but there was another still paramount to that. In a fit of enthusiastic madness I created a rational creature and was bound towards him to assure, as far as was in my power, his happiness and well-being.

The jesus incident by frank herbert