Sandstone: Distort

Chapter 1

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Call me Crazy

"Unreliable, psychopathic maniac. Don't trust the devil with his plans."

<< Omniscient >>

Year 6971 

Nothing but the sounds of quiet shifting of feet and the hum of electricity can be heard in the unlit room. Every few seconds, a soft blue pulse circled a shadowy figure, lighting up the edges of her brown hair, her thin and pale frame, the closed but shadowed eyes and rounded features.

Her breathing is soft and steady, and she would look harmless if not for the electro-chainlinks encircling her shoulders, the ones locking her wrists to the armrests and ankles to the chair legs. The blue light of the electro-links glows softly in the dark. When it turns dark, it's nothing but pitch-black emptiness.

A clanking noise can be heard and a portion of the wall slides open, letting light flood in. The room was clearer now than it was in the tenebrosity. The entire room is padded and small; just big enough for four people to sit in. The LED lights installed in every corner of the room lights up, and the woman winces, allowing her mussed hair to fall further down her face to hide from the blinding brightness.

"Charla Karin Leifl." A lady steps in, her heels clicking on the ground.

"Good evening, Beth." The young woman raised her head with seeming difficulty, cocking it to one side and leaning it on her own shoulder.

"It's Alisabeth to you."

"Oh, alright, Alisabeth. Don't get your undergarments, or whatever you posh people wear underneath, in a twist." Charla shifts, leaning backward to get comfortable. "What's the visit for this time? I haven't seen anyone in awhile. How long has it been, Beth?"

'Six months', Alisabeth's mind supplies. She doesn't say that out-loud, instead opting to hold out her hand. A guard by her side hands her a pad. "Something's gone wrong."

"Oh, that happens all the time with you people. Can't your techies fix the problem?" Charla half closes her eyes, acting bored. In truth, her interest has been piqued. She had not had anything mentally challenging for six years. She was probably behind the times with the current technology, but it wasn't anything she couldn't catch up on. She wasn't worried about that.

"That's the thing. The techies are supposed to be able to, but the problem is a little more... primitive in nature." Manicured fingers swipe at empty air. A sparkling in the atmosphere before tiny glowing squares flickered into existence, spinning and hovering before being sucked together at an accelerated speed. They joined, clicking together like sentient puzzle pieces to create a small floating white square, flashing once before settling.