Tamara took the box of her mother's lap. Opening it with a smal idea of what is inside. Pulling out a smaller plain white box with nothing but a signature of some she knew to well.
Opening the white box slowly making sure that it does not break. Coming face first with what shines in her eyes.
A hollowgram of Maxwell himself. Tamara was not very happy to see his face... luckily it was a prerecorded message. Sadly Tamy did not want nything to do with him and closed the box ignoring the first few words he said.
Putting the box to the side, she goes to get breakfast.
Half a day has passed and nothing has happened. Tamara thought to herself that she will listen to the idiot at nighttime.
*knock-knock-knock*
A loud knocking came from the door.
Tamara had a reason not to answer it. She knew who it was.
*bang-bang-bang*
The knocking got louder then before. Now Tamara was getting skeptical on why they are still outside. Tamara walked to the door just to be meeted with the government nocking down the door.
"Tamara!" A stern voice said. "Yes sir" Tamara reasponded like an irrtated voice. She knew that voice's owner. The brave and loudest note in the song of doom. He sticks out like a sore thumb.
Genaral Alex.
"We need you at the base little lady. There is extraordinarily good progress." Alex said with a satisfied tone. "Look I am no longer going to participate in the test. I have problems of my own and I do not see any need to intervene with someone else's stuff."
"We were expecting that reply. You leave me no choice..."
"What do you mean?" Tamara's voice cracked like a biscuit when she saw the one person she never hoped to see again coming around the corner.
"DAD!!"
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Connected: A Game of Reality
FantasyWho gave anyone the right to judge someone with a low mental state, someone with a disability, someone like you. Experience reality your own way. Be good or bad as you want. Be you
