Snuck away from the slow opening gate, a blinding light hit her.
«Stop right there, Ninetynine! Do not persist!»
Thanks to sonar headphones, she could hear what the police were murmuring.
«Fighting at her own game doesn't stop her. As soon as she moves, throw a CG-EMP.»
She understood that it was useless acting by adrenaline. Maybe she could take advantage when the other two arrived.
Indeed, with the corner of her eye, she noticed them running and arriving at the gate, now semi-opened.
«Fine, I surrender!» Raised her hands, in plain sight.
«Put your weapons down!»
She limited herself to digitalize them in the Teradisk: the katana, and the dagger in the compartment of the ankle, dematerialized in tiny blue squares, floating to the little box in her belt.
«Put that down also! Don't play games!»
«If I pull down my belt, my pants fall off.»
«No games, Ninetynine! You have no pants!»
She smugged, because it was true. Third generational cyborgs had only the head still human.
They had no real need to wear clothes: the rest of their body was just a grey armor, full of filaments that permitted to make more dynamic movements than those of a human being.
«Dammit...» lamented Terry, just arrived, «we're trapped».
Fiftyeight appeared above their heads: «I'll take it from here, agents. They will be archived and recycled, according to protocol».
«Terry», murmured Ninetynine, «do you still have the key with you?»
He smugged.
«Seventyfour! Put that thing down!»
However, he triggered the device from before.
The lights of the beacons exploded, leaving all of them blind in the blue-shaded half-dark of the city.
A cloud of smoke hissed under Fiftyeight.
«AAAH!» He threw two giant fists below him, opening a crater on the asphalt.
Beyond the gushing water pipe, he didn't see cyborgs under the rubble.
Rush hour. When the sky was in the most luminous point with his dark-blue, masses of citizens were hit by two lightning runners.
Although protected by anti-impact glass canopies that isolated hallways of sidewalks – purposely built to prevent the fall of levitating cars above pedestrians – they could hear anyway every kind of commercial ad, military propaganda and pumped up music from neighbourhood clubs of Central Roads.
Every building was a big block that contained smaller ones, of various lengths and sizes.
Skyscrapers hosted every type of shop or public place.
Seeing night clubs and children's stores, very close to each other, disgusted Terry.
«What would you do without me, huh Chiyoko?» Tried to distract himself.
«Now you're gonna rebuke me the fact I left you behind, right?» She smugged.
«Know that I will never forgive it. After what I risked to take you out with me!»
He knew him more than his own words. He would have forgiven her the next morning. Terry always had a soft heart.
«Sorry, but the desire to go away was far more important», she said, «however, do not call me with my name anymore. Or we will find ourselves locked up in a room again.»
In fact, their human last name had a too much known reputation.
They ran and ran through the narrow and darker streets of the city.
Suddently, Ninetynine stopped. While the other fugitive was a cyborg like her, he was on of second generation: his emotions were indeed fully human and spontaneous.
In the end, ones of a man.
«Listen. I apologize for before. I couldn't make it without you.»
A little lie: she already had a plan B, before his intervention. He was indeed the plan T.
«Oh really», he was not convinced.
«Let's say my ways could have been more... destructive, than yours.»
«Do not make me look like a fool, Ninetynine. I know that you three-gens do not have feelings.»
«If you know I can't process real emotions, why are you so upset then?»
He had to agree with her.
Even if a three-gen, she was in every way programmed as woman.
«Anyway, I already know where to go», she said, «but the question is...»
She turned and began walking in a street more narrow than others. Where there was no protective roof.
«...do you?»
Terry sighed.
In the exact same way, enigmatic and cryptic, she convinced him to evade from that prison-like structure.
She said: "I already know what I want and it's outside of here. But do you? After knowing the truth about them, you still want to stay?"
In fact, "Containment Structure for Military Cyborgs" was just a name to cover what they were really up to. Like the commercial slogans above their heads.
Apparently, she had a contact outside those walls. And she was inviting him for a meeting.
Maybe with the same person that passed the recipe for that device used in the evasion.
He still could not convince himself it was that easy to build something more powerful than a CG-EMP.
Whoever was in that building, knew more things about technology than the Government itself; or maybe what they wanted to be cutting-edge in the sight of public opinion.
So it was the perfect occasion to leave that city full of lies.
«If I want to leave this place, I have no choice.»
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3099 - Vital Lies
Science FictionThe 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...
