Two Sided (TS Book 1) [SEE PROFILE FOR DETAILS]

Epilogue

As the blue finger pointed at it, I flicked the on the switch, with a steady whirring following. The upside-down bowl shape on the machine behind me spun rapidly once again like a car wheel. My attention snapped back to the monitor when it flashed on with a dark indigo hue, along with a pop-up reading,

"You have selected the file experimental_res_scan_exe. Would you like to open this file?"

My gray, supernatural eyes caught on something again, and they crawled slightly below the bolded wording. In small, bolded, red text, the computer warned,

"Warning! Opening this file may harm and/or crash your system!"

Even though I had already res-ed Woolf, I was unsure with the decision, like it's not worth it. I felt as if it'll all happen again. Gulvic was gone, and we were sure of it. It's been two days with absolutely no sign of Gulvic, Wulvic, Drulvic, or Browlvic, and Ryzo promised if he had seen Gulvic, he would tell us. I haven't seen him either. We spent all of this time completing Meme's resurrection pad, and it had to be worth it. It just has to be.

I glanced behind, unsure, only to see the rest of the group. All eight of them, including the four that had just arrived at the very end of it.

This is it. Everything is going to be normal again.

All of them gave me implicit reassurance. I gave a slight smile in return, and turned back to the monitor. A small, physically crumbly hand gave me a small slap on the face, with Muffin's voice ordering,

"Come on, let's resurrect this fool."

Meme, floating next to me, laughed nervously. He's been quiet ever since Socks was stripped of Gulvic. He explained,

"Alright, now, Nad, you can open it again."

I grasped the smooth, yet bumpy surface of the computer's mouse. I positioned the digital arrow on a button that read, "open" and pressed down. A new screen appeared, and I suddenly got overwhelmed. There were so many mistakes that could be made with all of the buttons, sliders, and numbers that were in the software. I swallowed my nervousness, and listened to Meme.

"Now, in the top right, select the start button. I'll go in then."

I tentatively nodded, and did as told. The dome began to spin faster, making a few of those who were standing step back slightly. It looked like it could cut off your finger like a miter saw, or it was going to fly off and slice through a window. I looked at Meme, who was staring at his creation as if he wasn't expecting it to work. I asked,

"Now what?"

"Now, select my vitals."

I did as told, reading the name "Memegod Livimore" four times over before hitting enter. Inside of the dome, a visible, lime green grid powered on. It sounded like a PlayStation One that was about to explode. Meme quickly flew between the green pad and the dome, staring at the monitor to see what would happen next. The screen remained frozen. My face flipped as I waited, yet nothing happened.

"Oh no, no, no-"

Before I could freak out more, the dome shot itself down on top of the pad. Speakers that were embedded into the silver-blue metal of the pad shouted,

"Stand back, the resurrection process has started. Do not touch the physical body. Do not touch the machine while resurrection is in progress."

Everyone including myself stepped back in unison, yet continued to eagerly stare. The whirring somehow got louder, to the point it got almost unbearable for me. The dome, still spinning at unknowingly high speeds, steadily began to rise back to its original position. With every millimeter higher came more and more of Meme's physical body, just as it was before he died.

Once it finished recreating the last strand of hair on his head, the machine powered down as his heart began to beat. I dashed out of the rolling chair to catch him as his eyes shot open, inhaling air the first time once again. He nearly fell over, needing to live with gravity again. Socks, Blaza, Tbh, and Laff all let out a sigh of relief as Meme stood on his own. Blinking once, then twice, he looked around. He looked at his hands and simply muttered,

"Wow. I'm actually alive again."

Woolf shrugged and exclaimed,

"Welcome to the club."

I smiled, happy the machine didn't fail us. Apparently it's unknown how many resurrections it can perform before it flunks.
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"So, you're still up for the gig, huh?"

"..I don't know."

"Well, you better be. We have a deal."

"I'm not stupid, I know that."

"Why are you upset then?"

"I'm not."

"Alright. I guess I have to take this into my own hands, then."

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