The System Chronicles (ON HOLD)

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Allica's shoes clicked on the floor of the science laboratory as she moved her way throughout the halls. Other scientists and military soldiers passed her but gave no attention to her. As usual. Most would have thought differently, because of her father's high position and since he was one of the "mad men" who created this whole ordeal, many would assume she was never left alone. Allica pushed open the doors of the scientific weaponry division, alerting others by the sound. As everyone turned back to their work she kept walking, slowly but surely making her way to Room #131. She saw many people conversing over files and machinery, different theories and formulas. Alice currently couldn't put a name to any of these faces but a certain blonde writing down on a clipboard stood out. 

"Peyton!" Allica called out.

The blonde looked up from her clipboard and smiled at Allica. Her blonde hair as always was pulled into a ponytail, only leaving her straight cut bangs to hang on her forehead. Her blue eyes always looking at some paperwork. Peyton was a mathematical genius, so it was seemingly rare to see her in this department if she wasn't visiting Allied. Math wasn't her only strong suit, she had practically mastered the computer, and she was often called to many different offices throughout the day to help with computer glitches. Because of this, Allica often called her "Tech Support". 

"Hey, Allica. I assume you're heading out towards your playroom?" Peyton was referring to Room #131. Allica practically spent more time in there than her actual office, or anywhere else for that matter. 

"Yeah. What are you doing over here? Shouldn't you be back in the mathematical unit?" 

"I got called over here, Abigal from desk fourteen said she was experiencing glitches and feared for a virus." 

Allica smirked, "You should go handle that, Tech Support. I'll catch you later." 

Peyton sighed at the mention of the idiotic nickname and walked away from her friend. 

Allica walked amongst the halls once again, she reached the hallway that held Room #131. God, she hated this hallway. The complete right side of the hallway had been replaced by bulletproof glass. Construction workers had said it was meant to bring a little life into the building. Many people had to stay here for nights upon nights to conduct research, and this was to help give them a glimpse of the outside world to remind them of life. But all it would remind anyone was death. A few months prior to the present, there was a terrorist attack throughout the Chicago area. Many of the streets and buildings had been destroyed and all that was left was a heaping pile of burnt debris and rubble. Every time someone looked out that window they were met with the reminder of how many innocent people died that day. 

Allica forced herself to not look outside as she quickly made her way to the end of the hallway and slipped into Room #131. Closing the door behind her she leaned p against it an took a few inhales and exhales, mentally preparing herself for the familiar road ahead. Every time she did this it felt like the first time. The rush of excitement and danger, of course, fear littered her brain, but the feeling of power and strength easily overcame it. Drifting over to the small whiter dresser Allica stripped herself of anything containing the slightest bit of metal, Her badge, the small pocket knife she kept in her boot, and the diamond earring she kept pierced on her right ear. The only thing she and her father had left of her mother. 

She gazed up at the mirror that was hung on top of the dresser. She had put it there to check injuries, but she could never start her "process" without looking at herself. Grey eyes meet their reflection as they gazed at Allica's body. Her white lab coat stuck to her shirt and jeans like glue, the grey shirt hugging her body even more. Her black hair cut at and odd angle. When the terrorists attacked Allica's long hair had been fried off from the nuclear blast, in an attempt to make it look better she cut it at adeep angle. Her front hair now hung down about an inch lower than her chin, while the back was much shorter. Because of Allica living on this base, she never really got out much, causing her skin to be rather pale for her liking. But ever since she had been working with the more electrical base prototypes, her skin seemed to become extremely tan, possibly because of the chemicals and electrical waves. Even though she was incredibly intelligent, she never really used her smarts for those types of unnecessary things. 

With one last deep breath, Allica turned around to face the machine that she had accompanied throughout all her extravagant journies. The machine was originally meant for secret missions Someone would attach themselves to the machine and it would allow them to enter a sort of "second body" as they entered an enemy base. If the persons "second body" was killed, they would be sent back to their original. The only issue was that the injuries your "second body" obtained, you would have a less painful affect on your original body. 

Allica put her back to the machine and leaned her head back. The machine resembled a large USB, and she was the computer. It hurt of course, as she had to stab herself in the neck but the pain quickly subsided as she was transferred...into her second self

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