“I know you might find this hard to believe but I used to have this electronic brain in my head, and she used to be my best friend.” Liz confided in Marcus Sharp the following night. Even though it's in her head, she berates herself for using his full name. She still hadn’t gotten used to him not being her Marcus- not even hers but the other Liz. Knowing and accepting is so...difficult. Besides, she thought he was trustworthy. He felt...genuine somehow. And she had so much inside her head that needed to come out. Her brain needed...air. Some space. Her head felt heavy and similar to a chaotic mess. It was just too much to process everything. It was either him or running to the other side of the forest and screaming at the top of her lungs. She didn’t even know if that was a normal human reaction or if it was a defect with her. Marcus Sharp said something was off with her creation which is why she kept trying to escape from here. Why did she remain now after knowing the truth? Was
Dr Carson It had been months after when Dr Apple Carson scanned the horizons, years back, expecting the girl’s return, knowing it would have taken more than a year but in her nervousness about it, she had looked for her. The scientist then went under the impression, that C-5 had died like the others. Another failed experiment. When C-5 showed up, out of the blue it astounded her, but the scientist kept out of her way even though she would no way be recognized. Her excitement rose once more, but meeting C-5 had proven again, she did fail. Dr. Carson had monitored her for the first few weeks, thinking the girl was doing her work and doing it undercover. But she was wrong. She did nothing but run around with the people she came with and crush on the lieutenant; which is normal considering who they were and how familiar they were with each other's past, through their human DNA. Of course, the replicas will not understand that and just think of it as familiarity, rather than the truth w
Weeks went by and nothing was seen approaching them in the water. They checked daily and even had men remaining on the coastlines but nothing. It made everyone uneasy. But in that time, everyone got more acquainted with each other. Sharp learnt that Polo should be shot, and he was a troublemaker. The man thought he was being slick not knowing that when he tried to bully a child for his food rations, that he was among creatures with special abilities. He liked most of the humans, namely one of the humans named Angela. Her body bore marks like he had never seen before. In fact, all of them gathered around her and touched wherever they saw her scarred flesh, not backing down even when she seemed uncomfortable. Scarring was not something they were used to being as they healed quickly. Just the day before she confided in him that her only regret in life was that she did not get to kill the man that gave her the scars. He had never heard something like that before; a human wanting to hu
INSIDE THE SEEMINGLY LAST STANDING FUNCTIONING BUILDING THAT CONTAINS THE LAST OF THE RADIATION-FREE HUMANS: One of the five islands of 'The Nation' after the nuclear war. Las Islas Amerindias Unidas Biomedical Lab Time; 23:55 Year; 2085 A loud annoying-sounding alarm goes off. “Just jury-rigg the darn thing,” the youngest member of the team in Triangle Control Room, folds his arms across his chest as he speaks but a cocky one is never welcomed much, especially when they think they’re smarter than the rest. His teammates, who have been there months and most of them years before him, ignore his boasting as they already know what their job details are. “Check the power output,” the other man, Luke, returned, ignoring him as he instructed the man seated in front of one of the main screens. “Aculator-” “Would someone get this guy to shut the-” another man gritted his teeth. “Shut it, newbie,” the man with the long-plaited hair and pierced left nostril mumbles almost
‘I don’t want to die.’ The naked body of the young female tosses around the turbulent waters, falling from the lengthy height, and landing heavily on the water below. She’d been banged against rocks, her head bleeding even before she fell over the waterfall. A small single beep sounds off inside her head at the same time that something brushes up against her left bare calf, briefly. Her body jolts back in fright, but the heavy water slows her movement...thankfully it’s only a log. [System activated] She hears, and she frowns her body is too weak to cry out for help. Instinctively she knows she must scream out for anyone to come to aid her. Even if she did manage to shout how would they hear her over the sounds of the loudly roaring waterfall behind her? ‘I cannot swim,’ she panics not even understanding fully what the words mean but knowing she cannot do so and would die. ‘How did I survive that?’ [Loading.] A display of blue words ran across her closed eyes. [This will take
[Should we stop here, Liz?] the female automated voice said inside her head, but she ignores it instead commanding it to go into sleep mode for the next twenty-four hours. The system she encountered some years back when woke up half-drowned by the side of a deep river. Kia served as a great companion for the past few years especially when she had the rude awakening that the world is post-apocalypse. Zombies? She always figured those were just sci-fi fantasy movies. Liz learned so much from the information she gathered from Kia and the two had a sort of odd friendship since sane humans were low. Hours later three young adults stared at each other untrustingly not even flinching when a loud booming sound was heard in the far-off distance. Three pairs of suspicious-looking eyes and dirt-covered bodies and clothing that had seen better days. Surprisingly all footwear- boots, were in good condition. The female, Liz, which was plainly obvious, and two dust-covered, tired-looking men ju
Confusion on Randall’s facial features because they had just met up on the road and had only acknowledged each other when they had seen the truck coming towards them in the distance. They hadn’t even spoken about taking the truck, it was just instinct to work on getting it together and they’d work in unison, well till now. "What? You're kidding,", the naturally red-haired man scratched his head as he waited for dark browned but bleached-in streaks due to the sun-haired man to say he was just joking. His uneven bitten-off nails, burning slightly at the nubs where his salty sweaty scalp had him dropping his hand, still waiting for the redhead to answer. "No, I'm not kidding. I can't see your face," the other returned, monotone. A slight furrow between his eyebrows now. The man wiped his face more trying to remove the dust. She pointed the gun at him as she muttered, "Water in back. Don't waste." "Gee thanks, lady," the bandana-holding man said, in mocked sarcasm. He mumbled as
"-between North Korea and Russia. Will America get involved? Citizens, although we are not affected in America, are asked to stay at home during the next three days. We are on standby as we wait for The President's response as we speak. Citizens are making queries as to whether this could be the start of World War three. Russia, India, America and North Korea, among others, are in talks of a nuclear conspiracy. All parties involved have since denied any claims-" Randall woke up sweating, covering his face with his hands in the dimly lit room. The memory of the last normal news he had seen, replayed over and over like an echo inside his mind. He kept hearing the alert in the somewhat scared-looking woman as she read the news out to them. He remembered how frightened she looked. Like she knew what was happening but was told to say something else. Or maybe she was just scared like the rest of them. That cute reporter died on the very same day, which was also the day the riots broke o