More Then Just Mainframes And Wires// Septiplier
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  • Parts 12
  • Time 1h 59m
Ongoing, First published Sep 20, 2016
I stood in shock as the glowing blue liquid drained out of the tube. The red haired man, who's eyes were still closed, collapsed heavily to the ground. I blinked, my brain wanting to help, but my body remaining frozen. The man began to cough loudly, pushing himself to his knees, hands braced against the cold ground. Wires and nodes were attached to him, seemingly embedded into his bare skin.

When he managed to collect himself, he looked up at me, mocha eyes seeming to glow in the dim light of the other two bio tubes. 

"Thank you." He panted and stood, wincing as the wires tugged behind him.

"Who are you?" I asked, completely stunned.

"I'm the man behind the mainframe." He states with a mischievous grin, eyes glittering brightly.

I shook my head. "No, I meant your name."

"I'm Mark. I'm the one that got you into this mess, and I am really sorry, but, we should get those two and start running..." 

And just like that, with those words, I was a wanted man.

••••

Everyone knows about Google, one of the largest Web browsers on the Internet. So, it wasn't too big a shock when they announced they were coming out with a line of "personal assistant" moduel robots. Hell, it was just as impressive as Apple coming out with the IPhone 7. And much like the imminent interest in the newest IPhone, everyone wanted a module of their own. Sean had too, but he gained his in another way after stumbling upon an abandoned module while he was taking a late night walk.

What Sean -and everyone else in the world, for that matter- doesn't know is that the Google Corporation is actually harboring something deeper and more sinister behind the workings and makings of these bots. A secret that could easily diminish the entire Corporation if discovered. A secret they're willing to kill for. But, when a man going by the name of Mark starts communicating with Sean and needing his help, he's willing to go all in to figure out why?

{From Sean's POV}
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