PROSE: The Blood Cell [Ch. 6, 8]

Three more bangs. Huge dents appeared in the cell door. The hinges started to buckle.
'How...' I was puzzled. 'How come the door won't open? The handle's on the other side.'
'Ah yes,' 428 stood up, looking a little sheepish.' But the electron magnet is on this side.'
'What?'
He pointed to a small metal object on the door handle. 'I, ah, made it in the craft workshop.'
'You did what?'

[...]

Three more dents and a terrible tearing noise.

[...]

'Fine. I didn't eat the porridge for breakfast but I kept the spoon. They're iron. I then removed some wiring from a circuit breaker and the battery from an emergency light and a few other things and hey presto. The fiddly bit was jamming the lock just now. I had to reverse the polarity of... of my spoon.'

[...]

We reached the lift. 428 held his spoon up. It made a noise.
'Pretty noise!' cooed Marianne in her slumber.
'Yes it is,' said 428. 'It's a sonic spoon. I'm going to use it to access this hatch and try and get some reserve power into the lift.' The hatch fell off, and 428 reached inside. With a shudder the lifts opened.

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He tossed it back inside, and then pulled a spoon from his pocket. 'I made another one,' he laughed. With a whirr of noise, the door to the library sealed.