Stars of Parallelism

PROLOGUE

Prologue
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Why aren't you, you?

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          She thought she left her soul inside her home on Earth. A newly sold Rachelle Carrick is leaving for Andromeda and is now riding SC Genesis together with her mother, Alicia Carrick and her father, Stanley Carrick. All of them lost their dignity, splatted dirt on their names and chose to live risky lives.

          She can't believe all the mysterious stares given to her by other Falses. Disgusted. Oddly surprised. Puzzled. You name it. Negativity, fresh from the souls of their pupils shoots a dumbfounded Rachelle.

          "SC Genesis is bound to land," and before the very eyes of Rachelle, accompanied with its amazing ocean hue, appears a huge entrance in a mountain. With its peaks coldly introduced by Andromeda's night hue.

          With SC Genesis's speed climbing up Rachelle's nerves, the super soldiers who rode with them marched down the door inside the spacecraft where they, the Falses (newly sold Earth inhabitants) are. The super soldiers were all put into halt, with their hands busy preparing their techno guns, ready to threaten their lives. Each one of them tightens their grip into each one of Rachelle's fellow Falses - including her.

          "Ouch!" Rachelle winced in pain. She was forcefully thrown towards a white cushioned bed with flexible titanium straps that could perfectly fit her frame. Her cheek was kind of beaten up by the strap and her chest was probably throbbing hard when she fit the side of the bed with a loud thud.

          A female super soldier marched next to her side, pointing at the bed. Unoccupied. Visibly cold. The bed spells T-R-A-P in her head, but she subconsciously sat on the bed. With just one glare from the super soldier, she was pushed with so much strength and weight which is unusual for a False like her. The other soldiers did the same with her parents and the other Falses.

          Their painful cries were echoing and running back and forth Rachelle's hollow mind. Filling her with pessimistic yet senseless thoughts that are directly displayed by her facial expressions. She exaggeratedly shut her eyes because of the pain she weighs at that very moment, and when she open her eyes - she saw seven people whom she assumed were lab scientists. A female scientist with a holographic eyepiece, holds a semi-transparent filled dose in her hand, ready to inject a confused False because of fatigue. As Rachelle suspected, it was injected to her.

          The next thing she knew is that her eyes are darting the four corners of a bright room. Her immobilized face and body keeps her still under a plain white blanket, lying perfect above her as she steadily lays on a white cushioned bed.

          The ceiling is her sanctuary at that moment. Rectangles of different sizes crawled on the ceiling and letting artificial, white light escaped them. They brightness of her surroundings are slowly paralyzing her.

          "Oh," A word that signifies surprise or hidden anxiety, but for Rachelle, it has always been nervousness. She don't know her fate there in Andromeda and now her bed gained the least of motion. Making Rachelle's heart jolt out of her body, well almost.

          The same seven people who accompanied her when she's out of her consciousness, showed up again, pulling her bed down the dark halls of a peculiar building. She feels her parents coming through her way with seven other people with them.

          One wears a holographic eyepiece Rachelle thought that was non-existent. An eyepiece framing the young woman's right eye with choppy holographic circles with different shades of blue. She is the same scientist who dosed Rachelle an unknown chemical. Two of them wears a relatively large gloves with glowing buttons above it. The base of it were colored white and the ends were impeccably black, holding the upper corners of the bed lying next to Rachelle's ears.

          A titanium silver door busted open as soon as the feet of her bed touched its surface. Upon opening, her eyes were exposed to cyan, mutants that are genetically experimented, agricultural enhancement experiments and people. People like her, motionless, petrified and their eyes were obviously preyed with unease - line up like solid white bars, decorated with different hair hues.

Pathetic - Painless - Defenseless

          Those are what she labeled herself. She couldn't fight for her rights, back on Earth and was now a defenseless False lying on a bed inside a huge lab of Andromeda, half-unconscious, praying for her fate to save her this time. She sees crying as a way to escape this day dungeon, but as unfortunate as it seems - she can't cry herself out. She looks painless in hell. She feels pathetic on the inside.

          When she was given a lavender colored pill to take, she immediately jolted upwards during the whole swallowing process. The lab scientists dragged her inside a cubicle with fairly large-mouthed tubes connected to a certain machine.

          "Get her in," a manly voice from their backs startled them all. Her eyes never left Rachelle's once she looked at him. Visibly young, exquisite jawline and everything. The man looks like a young entrepreneur, dark wavy hair topped with a hat, the hat - covering the half of his face, darkening the exquisite features of his frown and his jawline. Yet she's still in a trap. Locked up in one of the cubicles. Apparently soaking her blond hair in juice.

          To her surprise, the machine stopped drowning her when the juice reached halfway Rachelle's body.

          A smirk lit up the young man's halfway - covered face. "Any last words?" he asked so teasingly.

          The fiercest glare marked Rachelle's whole mood.

          "Death would be a blessing," she answered watching the young man's posture change into a loose slouch.

         "As long as a reborn Rachelle Carrick buries you with your blood splattered all over her,"

          The smirk changed into a frown matched with the deadliest of glares. Rachelle Carrick's persona died at that moment