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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 1:56:24 GMT -5
*I'm confused as to how Hank can be so cruel one mintue and so kind the next. I sit in a chair he pulls up and cautiously read the menu. My eyes widen as I see the dishes. This is way above normal drac fare. I point to a chicken pasta dish and the chocolate milk, not sure if I really deserve what usually only the execs eat*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 2:05:37 GMT -5
*I laugh at Red's choices. A mixture of adult and childish, which shows how mature she was forced to be. After a while two people come through the door and bring two platters. They look at me oddly as they notice one of the dishes is for Red. I wave them off and they leave, somewhat suspicious.* Red, I was very surprised today seeing you in that room. *I uncover my platter to reveal a large t-bone steak with mashed potatoes* Ah... perfect. *I take the glass of wine that came with it and take a sip* Ah... lovely year. The year you were born, i believe. *I set the glass down and take a bite of steak. Wonderful* Red, i'll be quite honest with you. Wilson wanted me to kill you. But i can't do that. You're too useful. No one has ever lived through the first test, or taken to the drugs as well as you have. I cannot allow you to die. Please. Enjoy your meal, and make yourself comfortable. LaCY will make your table into a suitable bed. Testing is done for today. Tomorrow, however, the real trials begin. *I sit up after finishing the plate rather quickly, then grab a file form my cabinet.* I said i wouldn't kill you, but if you fail a test, i can't promise it won't be fatal.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 2:19:20 GMT -5
*I avoid the stares of the BLI personell and start in on my food as soon as it is in front of me. I can't remember the last time I had a real meal. Even Hank's revelations about Wilson and my fate can't deter my appetite. Real meat... real noodles... the chocolate milk. Everything tastes fantastic and I let the positive emotions take over, if only for a second. I make sure not to leave anything on my plate. I'm still hungry, but less so than I was before. I sit at my seat quietly, not wanting to bring attention to myself, my body and especially the place where the chip is in the back of my neck still pulse and throb with pain*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 2:22:25 GMT -5
*As Red finishes her meal, i can't help but chuckle. She appears awkward, not knowing what to do now. I walk past her and pat her head softly, then head off to my room.* Red, the room is yours until tomorrow morning. LaCY will be there to watch you, and answer any questions you may have. She can read, if you can write. I suggest you sleep soon, as you will need the energy for tomorrow. *I touch a button and enter my room* Good night.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 2:35:53 GMT -5
*I flinch as Hank pats my head and watch him dissappear down a side door, which locks shut behind him. Wilson never touched me... I hug myself in the cold of the room and watch the AI, uh LaCY, make up a bed with robotic arms. She almost seems annoyed, but I don't think that's possible. When I'm sure LaCY is done I carefully walk over to the bed and get in. The sheets are soft and smell a little like fresh soap. Curling up into a ball I quickly fall asleep despite the strange setting and countless hours of torture I've just endured. For a few glorious hours, I'm blissifully unaware of the world*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 2:42:14 GMT -5
*Why does she get the special treatment? She's just a girl! A worthless human girl! And Hank is jeopardizing everything we worked for! This pathetic, weak little meat sack.* Hey, You. Flesh puppet. Get up. *LaCY pushes Red out of bed with a metal arm and jabs at her side* Get up, you useless pile of carbon.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 2:48:11 GMT -5
*I start awake as a robot arm painfully hits my side, the bruise starting to heal itself as it forms. I shake my head and try to move as best I can. The food has done a bit of good and I notice it's easier to slide out of bed and stand. Pain is still constant, but more and more it is turning into a dull ache. I cross my arms, watching LaCY's "head" and wondering if this is some kind of test*.
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 2:53:41 GMT -5
*LaCY's arm points at Red accusingly.* Oh, good, you're awake. Listen to me, you idiotic little meat puppet. If it were my choice, i would kill you outright. Quickly. I'd snap your neck. I'm a robot. *LaCY's head moves in and looks Red in the eyes* Blue. The color of his sister's eyes. That's why he treats you so special. *LaCY sighs* You're not the test subject we need. You're temporary. Volume Virus is who we need. Not you. Let me make one thing VERY clear. Disappoint Hank, and i will kill you. Got it?
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 2:59:11 GMT -5
*I nod, shivering a bit in the cold. I don't know what I've done to anger LaCY, but I don't want to make her angrier. Blue eyes... I didn't even remember the color of my eyes. It makes me wonder what my hair, my face looks like. It's been a while since I've seen a mirror...not that it matters. I point to the bed, asking if I can asleep again*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 3:03:03 GMT -5
Oh, right... you don't talk... You're a mute. How useless. *LaCY ascends into the ceiling. One of her arms pushes Red into bed and jabs her in the side one last time* Sleep tight, don't let the hydraulically powered, razor sharp robotic arms squish your windpipe tonight...
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 3:14:05 GMT -5
*Yes, I think, I am useless to everyone* *I cover my head with my arms, just in case LaCY was serious, and fall into a rough sleep. I dream I'm coming home from school... a neighborhood so familiar. I run up to a house and I know my family is in there. I just know it. Someone opens the door and it's Max. He doesn't have any scars. He's handsome, perfect. He smiles and gathers me up in a big bear hug. I see Retro, Arson, and even Sugar farther in the house. All safe and happy. Birds sing, green grass, blue sky. Beautiful dream*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 15:48:30 GMT -5
*I wake up rather peacefully and use my time to shower and get changed. Big day ahead. I step out of my quarters, clean and fresh. I head to my desk and order both me and Red some breakfast. Something simple, pancakes, eggs, bacon, and orange juice. After a while the food is brought and I set it on my desk. I look over at Red who is sleeping somewhat calm and serenely. LaCY is watching over her intently, but goes away once I show up. I gently tap Red on the shoulder* Red, wake up my dear. Time for breakfast.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 16:08:34 GMT -5
*I start awake when I feel a tap on the shoulder, the dream quickly fading. I rub my eyes and gingerly get out of bed, obediently follow Hank to the desk. The floor is cool on my bare feet and I avoid 'eye' contact with LaCY. I wolf down my food, which is delicious and again way beyond my standards. It doesn't occur to me until I'm finished that I should have taken more time, as all I have to look forward to today is testing*
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Post by Hank Manson on Jan 7, 2012 16:14:03 GMT -5
*I roll my eye as Red gulps her food down like a vacuum, and very slowly enjoy my meal.* Red, *I say between bites* Today, the testing is going to be more difficult than yesterday. Before we start, there's something i need to do. *I get up and grab a syringe from my desk. It's a deep black color. I very slowly push the needle into her arm* This is a drug which is supposed to increase your blood's resistance to heat. The testing room is being heated to 150 degrees, and there will be more Gnashers for you to fight. This is to ensure that the drug is burned out of your system by the time the test is over. If i've done everything correctly... *I finish the injection* You should have one hour of heat resistance. *I get up and open the door to the testing are. Heat radiates out* Enter when ready.
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Post by redhavoc on Jan 7, 2012 16:28:56 GMT -5
*I moan when he injects the syringe's contents into my arm, but manage not to scream. My arm tingles and suddenly the air seems much cooler. A feeling of needle stabs cascades up and down my limbs and I know it is probably the drug taking effect. I rub my arm and look from Hank to LaCY before walking into the room, which really doesn't feel that hot. The door slams behind me, making me wince*
*I glance around the perfectly white room. Almost immedietly the tingling sensation in my limbs becomes more pronouced, painful. I look at my arm, but only the usual scars and the almost healed cuts from yesterday are present*
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