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}
❝"Milo please tell me this is you?"
"...Yea, it's me." I bitting back a smile as my arms subconsciously drifted around him. One hug. One hug wouldn't hurt. One sentimental moment wouldn't hurt.
"I've missed you." He hugged tighter, and I felt like I was going to snap.
"M-Me too, but you're going to fucking snap me in half if you hug any tighter." I gasped and I felt him quickly let go and pull away.
"Sorry. I just didn't think I'd see you after so long." He looked at my outfit. "You changed your style."
"You too." I say. He has on white shorts that has two draw strings lazily hanging, with a plain black shirt.
I clear my throat, "Yea, I just wanted to say hey to my new roommate, but um- yea, see you!" I quickly dart down the stairs, my face was getting redder by the second. I didn't want him to suspect I still like him. But my wrist was caught by a hand when I made it to the living room.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"No, why would you think that." I try to play it off with a laugh, but it was an awkward laugh, like I was nervous. Which I was. And he clearly caught on.
"Because you're literally running away."
I hear walking and I look up, and shit. There was Damien. His signature dragon tattoo on his arm, the soft green eyes his and everything that made him, him. He looked up and saw us. His eyelids raised as his mouth opened a little.
"Caleb... Milo?"❞
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(07/28/24)
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