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trash bin PART TWO
| the pygmalion. . . ???  OPENING PROGRAM . . . . . . . . . _PROGRAM CRASHED _PROGRAM REBOOT? >N >SCAN PROGRAM . . . _PROGRAM CRASHED . . . >EMERGENCY LEVEL . . . >EMERGENCY LEVEL . . . _EMERGENCY LEVEL LOADING LOADING. . . LOADING. . . LOADING TEXTURE-NIGHT-SKY, TEXTURE-FULL-MOON, TEXTURE-DIRT-PATH, TEXTURE-CAMPFIRE LOADING SOUND-CRICKETS, SOUND-GRAVEL, SOUND-WIND, SOUND-FIRE-CRACKLING UPLOADING USER UPLOADING USER UPLOADING USER UPLOAD SUCCESSFUL TRASH BIN It feels more like an electrical zap than dying. Dying might feel a little bit more like falling asleep, but this is harder, more painful. If you've ever been electrocuted, the feeling might seem familiar; the discovery you make when you open your eyes, too, is likely very familiar. It's the night sky. Stars twinkle, a fire cracks warmly. You sit up and observe the surrounding area, and it's like you've woken up in some sort of canyon. The fire burns brightly, the moon shines beautifully, the crickets sing, and it is ... peaceful. Mostly. You know you're dead. This must be, then, the after life? Or something like it, at least. The horizon stretches on forever, the dirt and gravel seemingly endless. The moon is so big and bright, it's like you could reach out and touch her. There's a shed not too far from the fire, only but a stone's throw away, as if someone else might have made it, and then went inside it. Approaching it, you can see the light glowing inside it through the dusty windows that are littered with fingerprints. A computer screen, so large and wide that it's baffling, sits, waiting. Turning knob reveals that the shed is unlocked, and stepping inside... it doesn't feel any different from the outside. A chair sits in the center of the room, a strange contraption strapped to the head of it. It looks like it would lower itself upon the head of whoever dares to sit on it, and wires from it's bottom curl up towards the machines attached to the screen. Several smaller desktop screens sit beneath the giant monitor. They, too, are hooked up to the machines scattered around the room, to the ominous one perched on top of the medical chair, and they blink, as if fighting to stay alive without use. Pressing the giant monitor on, it lights up, and displays, strangely enough... a security camera feed. You push the button. It switches to another room. Again, another room. Again, another room. So on and forth. You peeping tom! But no one can blame you, in the end. You might as well digitally haunt the rest of the ship until the game ends, and AL-2955 can clean out the trash bin. ...Right? rule book taken characters information cards |
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So you - ... you worked with Jack too... [ She recalls Jack's words: because I'm the highest ranking member here. Bull made some valid points and she weighs them, but something seems off. There was a group... to fight these aliens? ] So you had a group and yet... was Dorian a member as well? Was he part of this group as well? Wouldn't my death be by your groups doing too - not just his for failing to find those creatures?
[ She tries to make sense of it - she rambles quickly like a child with questions she doesn't expect the answers to. She has to wonder if Jack was involved in Arumat's death as well. ]
I think we all are making mistakes now. We're scared and vulnerable. [ It's easy to see even after she "pushed" Bull back, her body language reads defensive. ] Anyone in that ship can do what I did to Hancock and Light or what Dave did to - oh, God, all those people...
[ She composes herself a bit better. ]
I'm sorry, I just...
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Still, we knew after and some part of me didn't believe you were really clear. It was a mistake on my part - one of us should have watched out for you. So, you're right. Some of that is on me as well, and for that, I'm sorry. I know that won't mean much now, but best we can do now is try all we got to root them out. Make them regret ever trying this shit with us.
We've got an advantage - on this side, we know we're safe. Everyone dead is free of infection and that's a damn good bonus. We're trying something: refining Alice's plan. I don't think it's a mistake.
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[ Elizabeth feels ashamed to admit it. ]
I offered my powers in exchange for my revenge, but truly? I planned to kill him. [ poor Little lamb ] I don't think he was lying, Bull... You have to believe that my interactions with him.... He took his mask off, if you would. There was too much at stake to have secrets.
[ Bull apologized and she quickly raises her hand to shoo the thought off. ]
No, it is far too late for that and I never once - not even when I arrived I never blamed anyone. Not Jack, not Jason - not anyone who could have saved me. It's just how the hands were dealt and now, I have to try and live with my choices.
[ Bull gets passionate with his words. It's hard not to feel some inspiration. ]
Whether your group was ill equipped or not, we failed while living. Accepting that is something I'm struggling with but - purpose presents itself with opportunity. I'm scared of dying again but I'm even more terrified of people I care about on that ship joining me here.