The Prototype

Nexus

A guard with prefect posture stood at stance at the front gate. Handsome, he was, but happiness look drained from him. He walked around to the side of the car and takes an ID card from Ez. The card is then slipped into his pocket and as he does so, his gaze shifts towards me. Ez turns his head towards the direction of the guards gaze, "AO1," he mumbles and pops his head back into the car. The guard nods in understanding and takes the card out of his pocket. It was now holographic. He smashes it into a pen like shape and hands it back.

As we trailed through the slowly opening gates, the guard mouthed something illegible.

What was he trying to tell me? Was it something important? It bothered me. I thought about the movement of his lips, but they made no sense. I fought with myself for not making it clear in my mind. I blanked out the world around to focus on the moment. It was a warning.

We reach the inside of a tunnel. The hall was pitch black, beating the darkness of night. I tried to adjust my eyes to see where we were heading but, I didn't have the ability to. When air shot up and around me, I then realized we weren't moving forward, but down. My hair was being whipped in the black space and strewn across my face. A light flashes. Then another. And they decrease in distance until there was one long streak. We hit the bottom floor.

Immediately a women dressed as a nurse came running out with a wheel chair in hands. The men slip out and walk towards her. They talk for a moment, whispering, not knowing I could here them.

"Who is that, " the female whispered. " AO1," Ez mumbled. "That does not answer who this girl is! You know you cannot bring someone into Nexus like this," the women argued. "Look, did you not hear me? I said who she was," growled Ez. "It can't possibly be her, she's been off tracking for years, considered dead," the nurse stated shoving the wheelchair to the side. "Just check her code," Kian shouted. The nurse, looked offended as he broke the silence of whispering, "I can't check without taking her in." "Then do so," the men said. Not saying a thing the women gripped the wheel chair harshly and shoved it towards the door of the trunk. The men unlatch the trunk, and Ez offers me one of his hands. "Take it with both of yours," he says, and I did. They were dry, and old. With his other hand he grabs my ankles and drags me out of the trunk. I was thrown into the chair and wheeled off.

We went through corridors of the same thing, white walls, white floors, and florescent lights. Speeding right and left. I almost lost conscious from the spinning. Halfway through the nurse reaches under the chair and through a me a towel. "Cover yourself please," she requested and went back to moving.

After passing through several dozens of halls, we reach a door. She opens it with her holographic card and it beeps open. There were people dressed in slick white body suits and light blue lab coats throughout the room. She pushes me towards a gurney and starts to walk off. "Hold on, who is she?" One of the workers shouted after her. "That's your job to find out" she yells and the doors slam shut.