«Speaking about it. Won't do any good.»
He threw a molotov and made the console explode. The security camera fell on the ground and the emergency protocol opened the door.
But the alarm ringed inside the auxiliary eardrums.
He ran to Ninetynine's room and with his high-voltage kodachi sliced the glass of the neuroenergetic tank that contained her.
The naked and completely grayish body, filled with filaments and cybernetic plates, was slipping together with stasis liquids, which dried up on the floor.
«What...» she woke up from lethargy, «Terry, what are you doing?»
«I will explain that later. Get up, we're leaving!»
He rolled the high-tec revolver out of its case and opened explosive fire on the sentinels.
«You could have warned me neurally. I was having a wonderful dream!»
«The one where you were out of here?» Continued to shoot.
She dressed up as fast as she could, and once covered herself in a winter coat, brandished her long high-tec sword and put on her sonar headphones.
The moment she activated them, she cut an opening at the wall.
«You must pass me the recipe», said Terry, «I want to cook like that too!»
«Five from downstairs and three from upstairs are coming. Better move on.»
«Yeah. I got it.»
«What? That there are still five from below and three from up?»
«You know what I mea—»
Suddently, Ninetynine pushed him.
With a heavy step she crushed a sentinel.
Then smugged: «Will you ever learn to aim?»
Terry was so offended he didn't even respond. Actually, he just threw himself into the opening.
Both of them slided on one of the tubes that transported the life energy for cyborgs in all the rooms of the structure.
«So, you actually believed me when I was said we're just experiments for them.»
«Of course. Otherwise, I would never listened to someone like you.»
He was joking and she knew.
Finally, they touched ground.
The main entrance was a few steps in front of them.
«Jokes aside, you did a great job to keep those colours with the upgrade. Red always suited y—»
Complimenting her hair, two sentinels came out from the emergency manholes.
«Oh, come on! Can I end a sentence?»
To answer him, they roar a growl from their mechanical jaws.
They both get up on two feet: one of them waved its arms and long claws came out, almost as big as Ninetynine's red katana; the other one instead, from a compartment, it whipped out two whips full of spikes, with a dangling spiked mace.
«Yeah, fair», lamented Terry.
«Focus on shooting.»
Ninetynine activated the gravity inhibitors and started to skate on the pavement at high speed, dodging heavy spiked balls.
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3099 - Vital Lies
Fiksi IlmiahThe year is 3099, a parallel universe The Earth finally reunited in one whole nation: the "dream of Einstein", as philanthropists and current politicians want to praise it. The most rich and wealthy citizens of the cities have access to all the most...
