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No Use [Female Jetra]

The nightmare had become a reality. The pain settled in the bottom of Petra's stomach, refusing to leave her alone. That pain wasn't real and she knew it, yet it hurt terrible. Another one of the games that were being played with her. How long would she be able to live with this pain? How long until she surrendered completely, once and for all?

The redhead couldn't scream, couldn't cry, couldn't fight anymore. Every second she resisted the agony only grew stronger, all until her entire existance, all her body was pulsing in torture. Well... Their body now, right?

Petra was looking in the mirror, trying so hard to take back control and to look away, to fight it, to break free - but she couldn't. Not a muscle obeyed her mind, not a twich went over her face, despite those yells she was trying so hard to make. Just... Nothing. Her hair lying nicely brushed on her back, her face calm and almost relaxed, her breathing even. The order of things would usually be uncomfortable and freaky, but now it was goddamn terrifying.

Not to mention those bloody-red eyes that stared at the woman from the reflection, pupils barely darker than the rest of them. Just a mere sight of those unnatural, wrong eyes stroke such a strong fear inside her heart that Petra wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to stand there.

As long as PAMA wanted to, she assumed. A thought of that psychotic computer infuriated her, it was that flip of a lever that sets of the chain of TNT. However, like always, her body didn't move at all, deaf to the soundless yells and pleas and curses of its owner.

She was much more, than awake and alive now. She saw everything, heard everything, felt everything, but the control remote of her limbs had been stolen. Now she was... She was just a meat sack, another person with a chip on the back of their head. A monstrous torture defice that Petra had been trying to fight all this time.

Only she was losing.

How? How could she possibly be losing to some piece of redstone dust?! This wasn't possible, how could she, the greatest warrior their world had ever seen, surrender to something that didn't even have its own intelligence?! It was like losing a battle to a single zombie, only much more humiliating. At least a zombie wouldn't take full control over her body.

Yet here she was, standing in front of a mirror with another three hundred and seventy three people, of which one hundred and twenty two were adult males, one hundred and ninety four - adult females, and the rest were below the age of eighteen. Just this though made Petra want to cry out. How many people were there! How many people were enslaved by some computer!

But what made it even worse was that the woman knew everything about those people. She knew their numbers - hers was FH195 - and their background, she knew everything they had ever known and everything they had forgotten. And of course, they knew everything about her as well.

Her mind had been linked to a common chain, where she was nothing more than another number, another pawn in the hands of that crazy machine.

Petra could see another person in the corner of her eye, but turning her head or looking at him was beyond her limits. PAMA wanted every human being that wasn't doing anything useful to stare in those cursed mirrors all day long, until it required their actions. And the woman knew the reason for that.

With every passing moment, she lost hope. With every passing moment the redstone chip on her head sent its roots even deeper into her brain, the demonic eyes serving as a reminder - as if she could forget.

Petra wasn't Petra anymore. She didn't own her body anymore, and it wouldn't be too long until she lost her mind as well. Those eyes, they seemed to take away every bright thought from her mind, transform it into a bunch of ones and zeros and then rip apart like a trash. Happy thoughts, helpful thoughts were not welcome here.