Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

V-Tower

The building is a tower, not that all of it is used. It's only for looks, really. The big V that sits on the front tells everyone who's it is. They may not know V or who they really are, but they know of V. They also know only five people can enter the building without consequences. Anyone else would be severely punished. They could never get through the front door anyway.

Marina: V, could we use the lounge?

V: You may use any of my facilities, any time you like. You know this.

Marina: Thought I'd ask. Being polite.

V: You do not need to be. Think of this as a home away from home.

Marina starts heading for the lounge. You don't know where it is, to be honest. So, you follow her.

Brooklyn: I'm just glad to be off the street and somewhere with no one around.

You: V, how much longer?

V: Still an hour and a half. I am working as fast as I can.

Marina: Oh, man, I can't wait!

She's practically jumping with joy.

You: You have to.

Marina: It's an expression, Dad.

Brooklyn: Your old man is skeptical of it all.

You: Brooklyn.

Brooklyn: What?

Marina: Why?

You: I don't know. It's odd and doesn't make sense to me.

Marina: V said that it was a thing, so I believe them.

You: V is an AI.

Marina: V also created me, just so you know. What does that make me?

You: Marina, my daughter.

Marina: Relax, it's ok. If they said it's good, then it's good.

V: Y/N, what are your reservations?

You: I don't believe that you can take a person from the real world and put them in here permanently. Especially since she died.

V: I did it the same way I bring you here. By hooking into her brain and downloading her. It has taken some tweaking and modifications, but I believe that I can get her into this world, and it will indeed be her. It is not a copy.

You: Without-

V: Without the brain damage, yes.

Marina: See, Dad. Mom is fine.

The three of you enter the lounge. You sit down on one of the couches and prop your head upon your fist. You don't know what to believe. V says she's really her, but how? Wouldn't she just be a copy?

Brooklyn: Y/N.

You: Mhm.

She's talking to Marina and you at the same time.

Brooklyn: Have a little faith.

You: I can't.

Brooklyn: Why not?

You: It doesn't make sense. You get that, don't you?

Brooklyn: Yes, but you heard V. They think they've brought her here.

You: Think.

Brooklyn: Don't be so pessimistic.

She sits down next to you and puts her hand on your thigh.