The Locket
"Alright! Listen up!" The handsome young soldier was speaking to the rows of seats in the ferry, occupied by people who have that particular look of heat dishevelment, most of them awake, but several helplessly unable to manage it. The soldier braced himself against one of the bent pipe grips as the ferry bucked along the ocean chop. "You were all assigned lockers back at the port. You have been instructed to leave any electronic devices, recording devices, phones, educational holograms, anything with a chip in it. If you have forgotten to lock anything at the harbor, we have rental boxes on board the ferry, this is your last chance. You will pass through an EMP gate, and any technology with a chip in it will be rendered unusable, any media will be erased. Do you understand?"