The redheaded woman woke up in a dark room. She was wearing an tight orange jumpsuit with a barcode over her left breast and cuffs around her wrists. Looking around, she was surrounded by other women wearing similar attire who also seemed to be waking up. The room was rhythmically vibrating as if it were moving, but the lack of windows made it impossible to tell. The redhead had no idea how she had gotten here nor could she recall who she was.
Then a blue hologram caught her attention, as well as the attention of the other women in the room. It was of a white-haired woman wearing formal dark business attire that gave her an authoritative aura, which was helped by her stern face with only a few hints of aging and mature figure.
"Greetings inmates. I am Warden Gloria Irons," the hologram said. "You may be confused as to your current situation, wondering who and where you are. Don't worry, that is intentional. Long story short, you are criminals, the lowest scum of humanity, and have been sent to my prison: Ceres Women's Correctional Facilities of the Terran Correctional Corporation. At my prison, your memory is erased before arrival, just like how your possessions are confiscated. That way we'll see if you're truly capable of reforming into something worth while or if you're so worthless as a person that your life will only ever benefit Terran society by spending it in one of my cells. Welcome to Ceres, ladies." The hologram cut off.
The redhead was extremely confused by this. Was she a criminal? What did she do? Why would they erase her memories? And why did she know what 'Terran' means? None of her answers would be answered before a large set of doors opened, the light blinding the redhead temporarily. Before her vision could adjust, a hand grabbed her arm. The redhead looked up and saw it was a person fully covered in security gear. They held up a device that scanned the barcode on her jumpsuit.
"Inmate 9003227. Come with me," the guard said. The voice was definitely female. Still filled confused and overwhelmed, 9003227 obediently followed the guard out of the room. She saw that every other inmate was also being escorted by a guard too.
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