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Dioxide
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- A Linguistics major at the Chinese University of Hong Kong, specializing in multilingual acquisition and education
- A simultaneous, functional trilingual of Cantonese, English, and Tagalog - now learning Mandarin and Hong Kong Sign Language
- A bookworm, preferring science fiction and science-fantasy. Brandon Sanderson is a god
- A dancer, dabbling in Hip Hop, Jazz Funk, and Ballroom Dancing
- A pathetic excuse of a polymath, with interests in engineering, physics, chemistry, environmental science, politics, history, anthropology, law, and Art
- A dabbler in learning the guzheng and basketball
- A music enthusiast who will literally listen to anything
I'm too busy for my own good. LOL
- A simultaneous, functional trilingual of Cantonese, English, and Tagalog - now learning Mandarin and Hong Kong Sign Language
- A bookworm, preferring science fiction and science-fantasy. Brandon Sanderson is a god
- A dancer, dabbling in Hip Hop, Jazz Funk, and Ballroom Dancing
- A pathetic excuse of a polymath, with interests in engineering, physics, chemistry, environmental science, politics, history, anthropology, law, and Art
- A dabbler in learning the guzheng and basketball
- A music enthusiast who will literally listen to anything
I'm too busy for my own good. LOL
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The light that shone under the door should have given them the head’s up, but rushed they went in anyway, and both agents winced back as they shoved their ways into a room of blinding light.
No one could move. No one could do anything, not when their world has disappeared into a blank sheet of white that seemed as impenetrable as the darkest, deepest shades of black. No one but one being could move around in this state: the anomaly Cody O’Neil.
‘Cody!’ Agent Dioxide shouted, fearing that even his voice could not penetrate the ghastly light.
What was he supposed to do? The damage he could do could be catastrophic – there was too much going on where they were now. Yet the moment Cody stopped, the motivators would not take a second to take second wind, and shoot both Cody and Gershwin down.
Then suddenly, as faint as can be, a light feminine voice came through.
No one could move. No one could do anything, not when their world has disappeared into a blank sheet of white that seemed as impenetrable as the darkest, deepest shades of black. No one but one being could move around in this state: the anomaly Cody O’Neil.
‘Cody!’ Agent Dioxide shouted, fearing that even his voice could not penetrate the ghastly light.
What was he supposed to do? The damage he could do could be catastrophic – there was too much going on where they were now. Yet the moment Cody stopped, the motivators would not take a second to take second wind, and shoot both Cody and Gershwin down.
Then suddenly, as faint as can be, a light feminine voice came through.
‘Cody… it hurts… stop…’
Action! let's go! XD
Posted!
Oh my goodness. I am so sorry ;(
Oh my goodness. I am so sorry ;(
The motivators could find their own way back. The reports could be written and filed beyond the deadlines. But there was nothing that could repair the damage his partner caused.
Agent Dioxide sweated profusely, and his heartbeat was fast, causing him a pain that made him almost pass out. His own adrenaline and urgency kept him awake. He was panicking; he had no idea how to restore this.
He rapped on his partner’s door and let himself in, his tone and breath exasperated from his pain, but his mood and anxiety said it all:
‘We may have royally screwed ourselves. I see what you’re typing, and Big Boss is not going to give a second’s worth of fuck about it.’
As he finished his sentence, an electronic ping sounded from Agent Caits’ laptop: an email had arrived from Dr. Jiang-Ping.
The footage played – and they both heard the demonic laugh. Then the footage caught up, and it was now live and playing the scene in present-time.
‘Oh no. They’re going to kill her.’
Dr. Jiang-Ping got the order from Big Boss the second the email was sent. She fancied her chances: Subject 29 was still unconscious and under hallucinogenic and anesthetic control. If the bullet to the head won’t kill her, the hundreds of bullets all over her vital organs will.
‘Agent Dioxide, Agent Caits. Big Boss firmly believes in the progression of the human race with the advancements garnered from these Anomalies. However, Big Boss also believes that certain Anomalies cannot help us if they can’t be helped.
Under orders, Subject 29 is ordered to be terminated. Congratulations, you know one of our deep dark secrets.’
An evil smirk spread across her face before she turned to the motivator teams, giving the order to go. The clicks of their machine guns sounded they were ready. They were going to shoot a dosed, innocent girl strapped in harnesses without her even knowing.
Agent Dioxide was out of the room, sprinting back to the laboratory before the footage cut off.
‘COME ON! WE’VE GOT TO GET THERE NOW!’
Agent Dioxide sweated profusely, and his heartbeat was fast, causing him a pain that made him almost pass out. His own adrenaline and urgency kept him awake. He was panicking; he had no idea how to restore this.
He rapped on his partner’s door and let himself in, his tone and breath exasperated from his pain, but his mood and anxiety said it all:
‘We may have royally screwed ourselves. I see what you’re typing, and Big Boss is not going to give a second’s worth of fuck about it.’
As he finished his sentence, an electronic ping sounded from Agent Caits’ laptop: an email had arrived from Dr. Jiang-Ping.
To: Agent Caits
From: Dr. Jiang-Ping
File Attached: roleplayerguild.com/posts/3578957
Tell me, Agent Caits. What will you tell Big Boss? That I am out of line with my methods? That this organization is insane and inhumane?
You dare tell me that after seeing this camera footage, you think we’re the inhumane ones?
Let me ask you this then: What is Subject 29?
The footage played – and they both heard the demonic laugh. Then the footage caught up, and it was now live and playing the scene in present-time.
‘Oh no. They’re going to kill her.’
Dr. Jiang-Ping got the order from Big Boss the second the email was sent. She fancied her chances: Subject 29 was still unconscious and under hallucinogenic and anesthetic control. If the bullet to the head won’t kill her, the hundreds of bullets all over her vital organs will.
‘Agent Dioxide, Agent Caits. Big Boss firmly believes in the progression of the human race with the advancements garnered from these Anomalies. However, Big Boss also believes that certain Anomalies cannot help us if they can’t be helped.
Under orders, Subject 29 is ordered to be terminated. Congratulations, you know one of our deep dark secrets.’
An evil smirk spread across her face before she turned to the motivator teams, giving the order to go. The clicks of their machine guns sounded they were ready. They were going to shoot a dosed, innocent girl strapped in harnesses without her even knowing.
Agent Dioxide was out of the room, sprinting back to the laboratory before the footage cut off.
‘COME ON! WE’VE GOT TO GET THERE NOW!’
Hello, my dear
I'm rushing my paper which is due this Friday, so I can't really post until then!
Take care until then. I'll see what I can do that will shake things up a bit :)
I'm rushing my paper which is due this Friday, so I can't really post until then!
Take care until then. I'll see what I can do that will shake things up a bit :)
Hm... But what would Dr JiangPing do now?
Wait wait, not yet done with my post!
I made a mistake !
Hm, strike up a conversation with the agents.
What do you think they should do now?
I made a mistake !
Hm, strike up a conversation with the agents.
What do you think they should do now?
The hallucinations were livid and violent, mortifying and violent. There was no room for rational thought. If one were to strip every memory and intelligent thinking from a human being, very few things remained, what we consider most fundamental of what makes a human being: fear and pain. Happiness and comfort are the absences of fear and pain, what we consider secondary to the absolute core of the human soul.
However, Gershwin doubted that within herself there was only one soul. The demonic figure that still threatened to maul her, lingered in echoing thought and voice even when it felt like the hallucinogenic episode was over, and respite was simply being able to scream less.
Then it happened. So quickly was the creature to move, Gershwin did not register what had happened: its gaseous form seemed to swim up to her orifices, taking her from within.
***
Cody was moved to his room for his hallucinogenic session. Gershwin would finish 5 minutes ahead of him, but both treatments could not have ended any sooner. Agent Dioxide was no stranger to this – training to be a Subject required building up awareness and resistances to even these kinds of situations, lest they were wiped out by terrorist attacks, or even Anomalies with powers of a similar trait. Just because he had the mental fortitude to handle it, it was still just as painful and mortifying. No living thing should be subject to such an event.
That worry became great concern. It was nearing the end of the hour when the feminine screaming voice that was Gershwin’s changed. It no longer sounded… human.
In that moment, everyone, regardless of belief, moral standing, and state of mind, looked at each other:
‘What was that?’ Dr Jiang-Ping spoke.
Cameras pointed at the rooms showed an exhausted Subject 30 collapsed into his bed. What was extraordinary was that both, not just the one, were glowing. Subject 30 had shone bright but had faded out. Subject 29 pulsated a deep, almost ruby red. And as garish and powerful the pulsing was, the lights died down as dramatically, and both cameras now showed exhausted, unmoving Anomalies.
‘Fascinating…’
However, Gershwin doubted that within herself there was only one soul. The demonic figure that still threatened to maul her, lingered in echoing thought and voice even when it felt like the hallucinogenic episode was over, and respite was simply being able to scream less.
Then it happened. So quickly was the creature to move, Gershwin did not register what had happened: its gaseous form seemed to swim up to her orifices, taking her from within.
***
Cody was moved to his room for his hallucinogenic session. Gershwin would finish 5 minutes ahead of him, but both treatments could not have ended any sooner. Agent Dioxide was no stranger to this – training to be a Subject required building up awareness and resistances to even these kinds of situations, lest they were wiped out by terrorist attacks, or even Anomalies with powers of a similar trait. Just because he had the mental fortitude to handle it, it was still just as painful and mortifying. No living thing should be subject to such an event.
That worry became great concern. It was nearing the end of the hour when the feminine screaming voice that was Gershwin’s changed. It no longer sounded… human.
‘HA HA HAHA HAHAAA HAAA HAHAHAAAA’
In that moment, everyone, regardless of belief, moral standing, and state of mind, looked at each other:
‘What was that?’ Dr Jiang-Ping spoke.
Cameras pointed at the rooms showed an exhausted Subject 30 collapsed into his bed. What was extraordinary was that both, not just the one, were glowing. Subject 30 had shone bright but had faded out. Subject 29 pulsated a deep, almost ruby red. And as garish and powerful the pulsing was, the lights died down as dramatically, and both cameras now showed exhausted, unmoving Anomalies.
‘Fascinating…’
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