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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 2, 2012 18:07:20 GMT -5
*I'm in the middle of my third consecutive nightmare (this one is about zombies, whereas the first was about being trapped in a dark room with something crawling on me and the last may have involved fire) when a small noise sounds near my head. I don't think it's part of the dream. It's sort of...robotic. Familiar. It's enough to get me to force my eyes open. What I see isn't what I expected, not at all.* C-Caroline?
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Post by Hank Manson on Mar 2, 2012 18:54:07 GMT -5
*I take notice at Nox who is now awake* There is no one here that you know. Everyone here hates you, and all of your loved ones are dead. Go back to sleep, will you?
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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 2, 2012 22:31:08 GMT -5
*Well, that ruined everything. It's that guy again, the one who's planning to torture, rape and kill me, which is all the more sick because I haven't even hit puberty yet (which I have read enough about in the medical journals to last a lifetime). After a few seconds, comprehension sets in, and panic follows. The robot above me is definitely Caroline (although it has a few less wires than I remember, and I could have sworn Caroline's eye was green). Caroline was in Seven. This man broke into Volume's most secret sanctum, uninstalled Caroline, and brought her here?!* You are lying to me! How did you get to Seven? How did you manage to get Caroline here? HOW?! *I struggle against my bond, arching my back. Residual pain spikes through me fiercely and I screech wordlessly.*
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Post by Hank Manson on Mar 3, 2012 0:29:46 GMT -5
Seven? Do you mean Zone 7? I didn't think anything was out there... I'll have to let Riley know... he can scout it out. *I get up and walk over to Nox, stroking her cheek lightly* Oh... dear... tomorrow is going to be a very big day for you, i hope you're aware. *I smile at her and pull my hand away* I'm going to bed. Stay there will you? *I chuckle* as if you have a choice.
*Once Hank goes into his room, LaCY snakes down and examines Nox up and down. Then tilts her "head", intrigued.* You're very well developed for a prepubescent child.
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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 3, 2012 0:38:50 GMT -5
*I almost smirk. Seven is a subterranean fortress. He will never find it, no matter how hard he tries. It doesn't matter if he searches the entire Zone, there's no chance that anyone will ever see the place unless Volume personally lets them in. Even I can't get over there, and I've usually been good at learning how to avoid her traps. I'm a bit confused when Caroline starts observing me like she's never seen me before.* Thank...you? Is this the first time you've actually looked at me, Caroline? *I roll my eyes a bit and struggle against the restraints.* Hey, do you think you can at least loosen these things? I know he's probably done some reprogramming on you, but I can stay stuck here without my hands becoming useless lumps of flesh. Seriously, I think circulation cut off yesterday.
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Post by Hank Manson on Mar 3, 2012 0:46:42 GMT -5
*LaCY pulls back slightly, confused* You have me confused with another AI system... Which shouldn't exist... I am LaCI. Though... I can't seem to remember what the letters stand for. Regardless, I have been with Hank for 14 years. It's impossible that you know me. *LaCI snakes in closer and appears slightly annoyed* DO you know me?
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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 3, 2012 1:01:21 GMT -5
Fourteen...years? That can't be. You look just like...*I trail off, remembering something. Volume had named Caroline, painted the name on her main terminals and everything. But on her main body, it said something else...LaCI 1.0. I look at this Caroline. LaCI 2.0.* Oh. Two point oh. That's the difference. *My heart sinks. The last tiny sliver of hope I have, gone.* So, um, LaCI? Do you have any sort of poison or anything that would kill me quickly or painlessly? A gun would work too, I guess. I just don't particularly want it to hurt when I die. *I have to bite my lip hard to stop myself from sobbing after I say that. When, not if. There isn't anything left for me, and that hurts to realize. Nobody cares anymore, and the only person I will ever see again is bent on making every breath I take worse than the last. Even now, about a day later if I estimated correctly, whatever he shot into my veins is still making it hurt to think, breathe, and live in general.* Can't...can't it just be over?
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Post by Hank Manson on Mar 5, 2012 19:24:51 GMT -5
Why do you want your life to end so suddenly? You've been given a wonderful opportunity for the advancement of science! Just by the injections, your body is already operating at 1.5 times the amount of a normal person's. Just imagine what more testing would do! *LaCY snakes around and her head hovers just next to Nox's shoulder* You seem very confused.
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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 5, 2012 19:32:30 GMT -5
I don't want to advance anything. I don't want to be here at all. I just want to go home to the people who used to like me, at least a little bit, and be away from the pedophile maniac in the next room who's probably going to shoot lasers at me to see what happens to the skin and doesn't care how much I'm screaming for it to stop. I don't want to be tortured. I just want this to end. *I sigh and try to shift a bit, but the cold metal only digs into my wrists more. At least they still have feeling in them.* Please don't make me do this. I'm just a kid. I can't...handle...*I have to stop talking in order to stifle my sobs before they escape.*
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Post by Hank Manson on Mar 5, 2012 19:47:41 GMT -5
I can't help you, this is all for the greater good. But you interest me... Tell me about yourself... Nox? Was it?
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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 5, 2012 19:56:13 GMT -5
*I sigh and laugh wryly.* Does it really matter anymore? I'm probably just Captive 317 now or something. I don't need an identity here. No one cares who I am anymore. They only care if I can bleed enough, scream enough, hurt enough, cry enough. My pain is all that matters now, and all that will for the rest of my short little life.
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Post by Hank Manson on Mar 5, 2012 20:19:34 GMT -5
I... would really like to know. *LaCY snakes around Nox and rests her head on Nox's other shoulder* I'm here to listen. Manson is asleep, and will be for quite a while.
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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 6, 2012 17:11:31 GMT -5
*I shake my head, the cold metal of my neck shackle digging into my throat and threatening to choke me.* You don't and you're not. This is...this is a test, that's it. To see how much more you can hurt me by pretending to be nice, then ripping that away. It's not going to work! I see through you! *I nudge the robot away with my shoulder, glaring resolutely at a ceiling.* Give it up. I wasn't born yesterday.
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Post by Hank Manson on Mar 8, 2012 21:15:29 GMT -5
I genuinely am interested. I could always just inject you with a mild sedative and force the answers out of you whilst you are half asleep. Whatever you prefer. *LaCY brings down two arms, both holding syringes*
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Post by Volume Virus on Mar 8, 2012 21:24:59 GMT -5
*I squeal loudly and try to shrink away from the needles, only succeeding in driving myself farther into the metal.* How much is this going to hurt? I'd like to be warned before it starts. So I can prepare for the onslaught. Please? *I cringe preemptively and bite my tongue to keep from screaming.*
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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