Be Gay Do Crime

The Technoid

                                                                                     POV: Ada

          I've never been the most optimistic person, but I never expected my life to take this route. The week before school ended I was working on a huge project for my robotics class. It was like the 'exam' since it would be too easy for us to just study for one. It was the first actual thing I'd built for school in the entire 12 years I had gone through it, so I was ecstatic.  We first heard about the project a couple months before it was actually due, that way we had time to plan, revise, and put together. 

      I didn't need as much time as everyone else did, so as per usual, I procrastinated. Eventually I just decided to spruce up one of my old inventions. It was a watch that was basically your phone, but could project images or keyboards from it that I had never finished. Pretty neat idea, if you ask me.  The only problem I was having was how to get the actual holographic part to be semi-tangible. What I mean by that is: how was I going to make the projected keyboard able to be interacted with? I spent a couple days mulling it over in the back of my mind.

       One day I was just sitting in the back of my math class, barely paying attention, and figured it out. Math was 4th period so I had to wait an extremely long time to go actually put that plan into action. The only time I actually got to experiment a little with it during school was while I was in my robotics classroom. It wasn't what we were actually doing that day, but I already knew the subject we were learning, so I just didn't pay attention. 

        Fast forward a little bit to the last week of school. I had finished the big things on my watch and had it sitting on my wrist. It was close to midnight the night before it was due, and I was tinkering with a small kinks in the programming. Nothing huge, but enough that I wanted to fix it. Technology is the only thing that I get aggravated with if it's not perfect. Anything else and I'll just procrastinate and half-ass it at the last second, or just not do it. Most of the time I just don't do it, because that's the easier thing to do. You can probably infer here that my grades have never been very good.

    I had just perfected the location settings when I was hit by a sugar crash. Earlier I had downed a few bags of Swedish Fish, nothing special.  I fell asleep, and when I say I'm a heavy sleeper, I mean heavy.  Basically the only thing that can wake me up is the alarm clock I invented that hits me on the head to wake me up in the morning. Otherwise one of my parents has to come wake me up for school and neither one of them enjoy that. Modern problems require modern solutions is my saying anyway.

    My alarm clock hits me on the head at exactly 7:30 the next morning and I get up and throw on a typical all-black outfit. Little did I know, that was going to come in handy later. I procrastinated with my license for the past couple years so much that I'm 18 and still don't have one, so I always ended up waiting for my mom or dad to bring me to school every day. They always try to spark up conversation on the way to and from school, as if I actually ever wanted to talk to those wankers. 

     I got to school that day and everything just felt off in general. It was a really weird feeling, but it might have just been because all of the students were stressed from studying for exams. I only had 2 exams that day, robotics and English, with English being first. I brought my English binder to my classroom and went to set it on Ms. Williams desk, as we had to turn in our binders to this specific teacher on the last day we see her. It didn't make any sense but we all went with it anyway. It was the weirdest thing, though, Ms. Williams looked extremely pale and anxious today. I've only had one other exam in her class, it being the midterm, and she hadn't looked like this then.

       She told the class to take our seats and take off all technology to set aside in our backpacks. I only took my watch off and stuck it in my pocket, there was no way I was losing that thing after all the work I had put into it. I know, I know, I put as little effort into it as possible, but that doesn't mean I was about to lose an entire grade just because of some stupid English teacher. That's when it started emitting a really high pitched squealing sound. Ms. Williams automatically threw herself under her desk as I stood up and grabbed my watch out of my pocket, extremely confused.

      I told it to shut the hell up, as if that was going to do anything. Time seemed to slow, maybe even stop, when this S.W.A.T. looking guy walked in and asked for Ada Richardson. Ms. Williams simply stood up, as if in a trance, and pointed at me. The dude just walked over towards me and pressed a button on his gear that turned off the sound coming from my watch. He only said 'come with me' and grabbed my arm forcefully. I considered fighting back, but that wouldn't have worked out for me. I'm a skinny bitch, so I had no choice but to go with the nonce.

      He shoved some sort of a pill down my throat just before he basically tossed me like a ragdoll into the back of this huge armored van. The windows were darkened and the entire vehicle was black. Soon after, I fell into another really heavy sleep. Now I'm sitting in a sort of cozy room without windows. It reminds me a little bit of my living room back home, but the colors are a bit off and the layout is a tad different. I don't know how long it's been, how I got here, or where I am. 

   I realize my watch is gone. My phone is gone. There's not a speck of tech in site. Nothing I can use to determine where I am, just books, and they're all fiction. So for now I just chill. Hell, even if they wanted to kill me, I wouldn't really care. The only reason I'm still alive today is because I don't care enough to kill myself. It was my plan to avoid living past high school anyways, and technically tomorrow's the last day.

     Then this guy randomly walks in just as soon as I get comfortable and tells me to avoid going to sleep, that the others will be there soon and then we'll all get more information on why we're here. What a bitch, I was gonna nap.