"Oh, and number three: I've never seen you in my life, but you're not much different from the other psychos down here." She adds on, too late to make it into the previous chapter.
Before responding, I consider the last part of what she said. Intelligence. Something that I've been dying to know since the situation in the sewers.
Why am I here? What does this mean? What does that mean? Why did I nearly get shot by two tonnes of 'you have the right to remain silent' because I merely hit a woman who was trying to get my ass f*cked by the club members?"
Is this a different timeline? A different planet? Am I just mentally deranged and psychotic?
Is it true that the Alliance created this cruel world?
Who is the Great Leader?
"I'll do it."
"But, I-I, didn't even say anything else?" She stammers.
"I don't care."
"Uh-Well, ok, um, we're doing this because we have never known what happens to Undesirables when they die. That's primarily what I'm looking for. Do they get turned into food?! Are their ashes incinerated in the volcanoes of the Great Islands!? Who knows!!?"
She's out of breath by the last sentence, I feel that this might be something she's interested in.
She gasps and takes the air back in. "Buuut, I'm sure this place will contain whatever else you need to know."
"Cool. I didn't ask." I murmur, still tired.
"Well, I..." She wraps her hands behind her in the way of her brown bag. "Nevermind."
"Alright, then what happens now?" I ask, eager to find my way out of this world, as I've begun to crave alcohol again.
She stops me. "Hold on! You seem way too eager to challenge death and waltz into the most dangerous location in the entire Imagisphere, with bodyguards for bodyguards and turrets at every turn..." She reveals.
"Ah, well... I..."
"Didn't think of that because you're stupid?" She adds.
I start to agree with her all the way up until the 'stupid' part and then yell at her because of the rude remark.
"NO! I'm just... I'm just tired..."
She pauses before continuing. "Well, whatever. Are you absolutely sure that you are in fact 'in'?"
I start thinking of any extra thoughts that might've slipped my mind previously and find nothing. I'm surprised I found anything in my brain at all, so I'm happy.
"Yeah."
She listens as I respond, and springs right back up.
"OH YEAAH!!!!"
She runs to me and grips me in a huge hug that could immobilise an Olympic weightlifter. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" She spouts.
Surprised, I tense up and recoil in discomfort from the sudden occurrence.
"Oh, sorry." She mutters as she releases me from her embrace. My stiff body knocks back into the floor like a wood mannequin. I wipe myself off from her sickly germs and start brainstorming what the hell I've just signed up for.
Will we be doing death-defying parkour through treacherous construction zones?
Are we gonna have to make a leap of faith off an impossibly large balcony?
Will we be gunning down automated extermination robots?
Are we gonna trip and immediately get caught?
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Dimension Of Perfection (And Its Flaws)
Science FictionIn a world of perfection, Hector Heckin' Damon is the opposite. Desires to sin plague his life, until he's transported to a world in which those who sin are discarded as Undesirable. Now stuck in an alternate version of Craftworld, Hector tries to u...
