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The low hum of the monorail was almost soothing to Cherno. He lounged on the rows of metal seats directly opposite to the snoozing ... Elliot-- Elliot was his name, right? Okay. Mental note acquired. The name had been lingering around his mind for almost an hour, like a moth to a streetlight. Unlike the crazy scalpel kid, he could barely bat an eye in naptime towards everything that was rushing by him.

The girl -- who had yet to even introduce herself, what a hypocrite -- had been informing Cherno of what the hell everything here was about in her silky voice, so calm and careful. How could she stay like that if she were trapped?

The entire feeling was all too familiar for him. It was clear he knew the girl from before, but his thoughts were failing him. What was more, the damned girl was playing him along for a fool. Did she do this often or something?

Avoiding glances at the snoozing scalpel swagbrain, Cherno turned his head to the window, gazing at the forest of concrete monoliths outside. With their blue veined patterns, they looked like something from a sci-fi movie set. Yet there they were. All real, directly in front of his eyes. Even in the washed out greyness of his vision, Cherno thought that such structures existing were something only in one's imagination.

The girl on the intercom, who seemed to be controlling this monorail car somehow, called the place the "Dubhe Sector". Dubhe as in the star in the Big Dipper, right? She said there were seven levels, so it made sense that they were all named after the other stars. But she was only on the third, and beyond that point, who knows what in parabolic curves existed in this enormous place.
Dubhe Sector provided the computing power for the Damocles Project. Those giant monoliths? They acted as servers, transfer beacons, all sorts of things under the crimson-blood sky of this place that you could name for the computing. The girl still did not specify what the fuck a "Damocles Project" was. Her excuse? "You wouldn't understand it yet".
Ugh. Be patient, Cherno. She hadn't killed you and Elliot yet. Cherno sighed. He wondered when they would--

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" Awake, Cherno Plume."​

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FUCK
Her voice was loud.
Cherno grumpily sat up and turned his grimacing countenance towards the ceiling.

"I'm already awake, you authoritarian dunderhead! Or can't you see that?"

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"You looked pretty sleepy to my careful eye.
Ahaha! I hope you had enough sleep before this little adventure."​

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No! No he didn't! He didn't have a fucking acceleration point of anything one could consider sleep! Aaahaahahaaggagahahgahgghg he was going to tear his hair out. He wasn't sleepy but he felt as if his limbs were prone to falling off soon. Why couldn't he get any rest? Now he was on this goose chase to find some girl who may not even exist and his teleportation continued to fail him.

Cherno Plume cursed himself under his breath.

"Yeah, okay." He began. "What did you want to tell me? Can I get a name for the victim I'm saving first, you dig?"

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" But that would mean your dearie self would remember who I am, Mr. R- ah, Mr. Plume."​

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"Yes! Damn woman, that's one of the main fingerpoints as to why I want to learn your name already!"
Wait.
Mister. Mister-- she cut off a name. What? She was about to say an "R". R? Who-- who was-- what--

"Hey!"
"You slipped there. I heard it. Fess up."

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"That's no way to treat someone you're potentially rescuing."​

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"Can't you at least show your rescuer some respect?"
Cherno pouted.

He heard a soft giggle, like a wind chime, from the intercom.

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"When did we ever show respect to each other, Mr. Plume?
Kukuku. That's right. You are unable to remeeeeeeeember.​

Oh, all the fun we had ..."​

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Cherno wanted to kick this girl.
What a familiar rush of adrenaline ...

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"You're like a puppy, Mr. Plume. All pout-y. How cute. ​

Boys like you never change after all these years.
Give some lessons to malchik, will you?​

He's more like a useless grumpy bear all the time."​

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"Can you just tell me what you wanted to awake me for?"
Cherno had turned his head away towards the window, making sure that the stupid girl didn't see the redness of his face.

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"Of course, if I may.​

As you know, you're in the Dubhe Sector."​

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"I got that the first sixty thousand times you told me."

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"How rude of you, Mr. Plume!
Many people adore my voice. ​

I hoped that you would not object to my repetitive explanations."​

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Her explanations consisted mostly of making fun of him and insulting Elliot anyway. What was with this girl and Elliot?

Ha.
She didn't have some sort of crush, did she?

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"The Dubhe Sector deals with the computing power of the ILP.Not just the Damocles Project. Not just LOGOSTIGMA. The Industrial Light and Power Corporation as a whole.​

All automated and autonomated, as they call it, by robotic workers that run on parallel distributive processing.​

They all share a collective brain. In essence, this facility is like a giant brain, and the Dubhe Sector is the neocortex, or frontal lobe."​

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"Sure, okay."
Cherno tapped his feet on the side of the seat. The monorail continued to rush by the storm of concrete structures in a blitz.
"I still have little idea what exactly this entails for anything.
The ILP bigwigs who -- it isn't a secret -- basically strum-up control-dangle all of Coy City have their entire hop-ridin' facility connected to the library of the Academy."

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"The connection is the key.Mr. Plume, you are a smart fellow, if I do say so myself.​

And in a brain like this, connections are the keys.​

So tell me, what comes to mind when you hear the words:​

'Damocles Project'?"​

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Damocles Project.
Here we go.

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logic ( ) {
the story of damocles is a classic of the greek mythos
it deals with the king dionysus II giving his position of wealth and power
to the man damocles, or "fame of the people" in greek
he accepts quickly and is granted the wealth and power
but at the same time there is a sword, the sword of damocles
hanging above his head by only a horse's hair
this puts him in fear and damocles relinquishes his wealth and power
point of the story?
positions of wealth and power are often dangerous and those who hold them
often fear for their life and position
 
contrast this with the things known
damocles project servers connected to brookridge's famous academy
academy filled with the children of wealthy and powerful students that are also very intellligent
wealth and power and intelligence guarantee a future in this society
student apparently kidnapped and being held against her will under the damocles project
damocles project deals with the wealthy and powerful brookridge attendees
 
socratic:
is it that the damocles project is attempting to round up or keep an eye on the wealthy and powerful
children because they represent the future of brookridge and the region?
is it that the damocles project is attempting to round up these children and potentially encase them
in fear and paranoia for ulterior motives?
 
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Right.
Cherno turned his head back to the monorail's ceiling.

"The Damocles Project is observing the students of the Academy, right?"
"The Industrial Light and Power Corporation is a pretty big force in Coy City and much of the region, and it seems to be expanding outward -- especially here to Brookridge, ain't it?"
"They want to keep a hand on these children because they're the future of the region. All the richie-rich ones and the smart cats as well. You dig?"

Cherno closed his eyes and sighed.

"It sounds to me like all of this exists to manipulate this next little generation into their own money-pocket. Is that true, goddess?"

The word "goddess" was stuffed with scathing, bitter bile.

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"Goddess?
My my, no need to flatter me. I would blush right now if I could.​

So suave, Mr. Plume. Kukuku."​

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"Enough, you insipid yak-horn Toricelli trumpet-strumpet!"
Cherno was fuming.

In retrospect, she was very much like a goddess, or deity, to him.
A mysterious voice from above, with an identity he could not even place. One that guided him and scalpel-boy on a monorail of fate to wherever their destination lay, in order to reach the land of where this goddess resided in the very end.

It reminded him very much of what John would say.

John ...

Ah ...

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Fuck ...

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"Always the creative one with your insults.
Stop sulking. You just visibly grew six cumulonimbus clouds darker right there."​

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Cumulo- what-
what the fuck was this girl smoking-

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"I knew you could figure it out.Most of it, anyway.​

You're on the correct rain cloud. This place exists for a current, sole reason.​

Taking a look into the future of this region.​

The Damocles Project concerns itself with the students of our humble little Academy.​

In its current stage, it keeps tabs on them, but it can move further beyond that -- and will."​

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"You were part of the plan too, Mr. Plume.​

There is no helping it. Once these corporations get their claws on us,​

We all become part of the plan.​

The best we can do is dismantle it from its veritable insides.A true shame you pushed that button ...​

Now it seems that the students of the Academy will indeed feel the fear that Damocles felt in his position of wealth and power.​

All for a basic cause, of course. I mentioned LOGOSTIGMA earlier ..."​

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He--
FUCK.
He just-- ****. What did he do? Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck--
"Tell me!"
"Tell me what that button did, dammit!"

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"I am actually unaware, and I say this in all seriousness.So when we return to the school -- if my return will be possible --​

We may as well find out.​

But regardless, we will be watched, and there is little we may do about it at the moment.​

I recommend warning the others at first.​

It does not help that we are also trailed along by that dastardly demoness' email."​

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"Email?"
"You know about the email?"

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"Of course. As does malchik.Is it a coincidence that those students with the email are the prime targets for the Damocles Project?​

Possibly. Kukuku.​

But otherwise, keep on your toes.​

When malchik wakes up, I shall tell you more.​

For now, please walk over to the sleeping buffoon and press the metal button under his seat."​

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Cherno's head was hurting.
All of this. Computers. Observations. Suddenly he brought ruin to the others somehow. Why did this keep happening?
Aimlessly and without objection, he stood up and slowly ambled over towards the sleeping Elliot.
Button ... button ... there it was.

Beep.

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" Thank you, Mr. Plume.You make a better canine companion than malchik.​

For this reason, he will require some ... repairs.​

Ahahaha!"​

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Oh no.
Did he doom the poor scalpel boy as well? Ugh.
One of the closed panels by Elliot's ears immediately slid upwards, revealing a smaller speaker.

And with it came some old audio record of the girl's songoH FUCK THIS WAS FUCKING LOUD AAAAAAAAAAAAAA EARS

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" Wake up you useless baritone buffoon."​

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I am a Western, middle-class hormonal teenage boy. Would I have any alternative methods of communication?

And now we learn the reason why he decided to purchase a forum for which the fandom has a female majority.

I communicate solely through interpretive dance and sparrow calls.

W-what a harsh rejection!
Aah ...

Oh.

A hearty welcome from an incongruous stranger!

Soushirei starred Nicolas Cage? It is no wonder he left the forum.

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The voice seemed to reverberate throughout the room.
The boy near him asked a question. This-- this girl, whoever she was, brought them here? Why was this voice so familiar?

Immediately in front of them, an unlocking click was heard.
There was a door? A door, all along!

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" I have my reasons, dirty dog-like malchik.​

We are in the direst of trouble, I shall have you know that, so we should save our voices the excessive banter.​

I require your rescue, to put it simply.​

And in this manner, we may rescue any others threatened by this monstrous project."​

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Monstrous ... project?
What-- what was all of this? Monstrous project? This girl needed rescuing? Why did she call upon him? Or was it just because of this accident?
Ah ... well, she needed help. Right?
He-- he supposed he had little choice in this manner.

"Hey!" Cherno called out towards the ceiling.
"Why don't you tell us a little bit about where the hell we are before sending us through this lip-smackin' goose chase, you dig?"

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" ... Cherno?"​

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Wait.
How did she know his name?
There was something about her. Something about her! His lowered his eyes and his head began spinning ever so slightly. And she seemed to be on such ... terrible terms with the other boy. What was his name? "Malchik".

"... Y-yes, Cherno."
"Cherno Plume."

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" Cherno ... Plume? Is that what you've called yourself now? Plume?​

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You have changed, my dear ... Mr. Plume.​

Ahahaha!​

I should have no reason to call you that, but it appears you do not remember me ..."​

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Snap.
Fucking hell, this had to do with his lost memory.
But she ... she was in trouble? Well, whoever this crazy lass was. Saving her could perhaps patch up more of it as well no wait Cherno what the fuck are you thinking you would be saving her anyway.

You-- you made promises.
Promises back there.
Ah ...

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" I'll inform both of you of everything as I take you through this godforsaken monstrosity of an underground laboratory.​

I shall have you know that the Industrial Light & Power Corporation​

has its nose in all locations, so please, do be careful. ~​

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Please step through the unlocked door and we may begin.​

I must ... I must-- keep this in the manner of a test to avoid suspicion, you see.​

Keep your heads straight and your voices clean, both of you boys.​

Ahahahahaha!"​

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That light, airy giggling seemed to be lead weights upon his ears, as if he had heard it hundreds of times before. And again, he was at its receiving end. Why did this girl need saving? And why did she seem so very ... passive-aggressive?
No questions right now, Cherno. Get your behind through that door.

Without a further word, he walked forward and opened the door. Light poured into the small passageway, like a wash of bright cloud. For a moment, Cherno averted his eyes, before slowly gazing out at the expansive space behind the door.

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It was almost like a city. Almost.
The sky was a bright crimson, as if the sunset had slashed the throat of the clouds themselves. The golden cotton puffs seemed to drift lazily far up above Cherno's head, and yet, he seemed to be standing on an elevated metal platform up in the air. He stepped forward, into this strange cityscape, and turned back on the passageway.
It was just a door. Just a door, opening into nothing.

... What-- what kind of crazy place was this?

From Cherno's elevated position, he had a wonderful view of the cityscape before him. Giant black monoliths sprouted like rocks and trees, blue-veined with electrical pulses and cables, scattered in a sea and sheltered by the red sky. Long, solid steel cables criss-crossed between these structures, creating an enormous web or net that seemed to hold these "buildings" in place.

And yet, they weren't buildings. No windows, or entrances, or any evidence of habitation. They were more like giant, multi-shaped blocks. Like enormous computer servers, built to mirror all kinds of modernist skyscrapers.

The air hummed with a low buzz, almost like a lawn mower, or a beehive off in the distance, and the smell of oil danced through Cherno's nose. There was no wind -- not a trace. But it really did look like they were outside.

"You said that we were underground," Cherno asked.

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" You are.​

The Industrial Light & Power Corporation has some amazingly advanced technology.​

Like what you see before you? Ahahaha! All constructs, all computers ... blech, the work of philistines or International Modernism architects, both the same.​

They need this much computing power and energy storage to power both Project Damocles and its goal, after all.​

Kukukukukuku.​

I'll tell you what those are in due time. For now, please wait for the incoming monorail. ​

You will be speeding through Dubhe Sector quickly so you can rescue me. Ah ..."​

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Project ... Damocles? As in the story of the sword over the king's head?
Was this what this was all about? What the hell was that?
Cherno wanted to ask more, but from far ahead, he spotted the stout white cars of the monorail, riding the steel cable, as the voice had said.
This broad was out of it. He just prayed that all of this would actually make sense. Then again, considering all of the e-mail shenanigans, Cherno could honestly believe anything by now.

He was going to--

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" Malchik, you good-for-nothing buffoon.This ruined our plans as well.​

Did you not even tell the other boy your name? Go ahead, unless you wish to face consequeeeences. Ahaha!"​

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Ack. Her loud voice and the strange quality it carried seemed to constantly interrupt Cherno's train of thought. His name? But Malchik wasn't his name? Was it a pet name? Perhaps, if these two knew each other. But why did her voice seem to reverberate through his skull so much? Was it trying to grasp at his memories?

You know why.

FUCK.
AN-ANOTHER SHOCK.
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.
Cherno almost lost his balance, falling backward in a grimace, on top of Malchik.

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" Good to see you're still the same clumsy ditz, Mr. Plume."​

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A scalpel.
A ... scalpel?

Cherno glanced at the small knife, then back at the boy, then back at the knife. His face scrunched up. Who in the name of the Riemann hypothesis carried a fucking scalpel in their pockets. Was this guy a surgeon or just one of Brookridge's crazy biology students?

Ugh.
Make do with what we had, right.
With a suspicious glance, Cherno picked up the small scalpel with the tips of his fingers, allowing it to dangle precariously in the darkness. He held a hand beneath it and brought it towards the small panel and the red light.

Okay.
Cherno breathed in deeply. The air smelled of rancid gasoline and was metallic, as if it were canned. Ugh. He suppressed a cough as he inserted the tip of the scalpel into the small keyhole on the panel. This was so fucking unrealistic. How in the world could he break open a lock with a scalpel?

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be careful.
Open up left-6 tumbler seven lock four
adjust upward five meters vector slope 0.4 zero-zero-four reference point right phalange
click snap down right vector slope 5.3 one-five-three reference point right phalange
subsisted reference point left phalange held in place adjust vector slope 4.9
force applied substandard Newton level right-northwest vector slope 3.1 three-four-two reference point right phalange
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The scalpel was stuck in the hole now. Fuck. If the dude loved this thing so much to carry it around with him like this, Cherno wouldn't hear the end of it, would he?
Hm. He wondered why he felt so much ... animosity towards him. There was just something about him.
But the panel could be opened easily.

Bzzzzzzzzt.

Static hovered off through the atmosphere as Cherno glanced at the button beneath the panel and indicated the boy over with a brief wave of his hand. The red light continued to blink with a steady frequency. The button read "INTERCOM: ON".

Ahahahaha.

What--
No. Okay, the darkness would be out soon. Right?
It was just an intercom. Maybe someone could help them?Cherno pressed the button.

Careful now, careful.

FUCK.

Another-- ugh. He quickly shot his hand back towards him and shook it violently. It was as if the button delivered a sharp electric shock. What was with this place?

Bzzzzzzzzt.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzt.

The static grew longer, and finally ...

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There was a voice.
A soft, silvery voice. Graceful and elegant, as if it danced upon the rain.
And to Cherno, who widened his eyes upon hearing it, he felt that it was all too familiar.

Yet ...
Yet he couldn't place his tongue on whose it was ...


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He was up. He was up!
Oh.
Cherno found himself staring into those cold eyes again, even in the darkness. But there was little time for chitter-chatter right now. The red light seemed like they called to them.

"Ass-bulb means you, you unswaggered buffoon." Cherno lifted himself off of the boy with a careless clumsiness, almost falling back onto his bottom in the darkness. He held his arms out and straightened his body. What was the kid's problem? What if he was dead from the stuff in the air? No-- no more death-- please. He slowly turned back to the boy.
"You could have died in the time you were off dozing!"
Cherno felt nauseous.
He began walking over to the source of the light.

Clank.
Clank.
Clank.

The metal echoed his footfalls, but it was still a bit too dark to tell much of anything else. Static churned through the walls, as if they were coming from somewhere not in the passageway. The red light blinked to a set frequency. What was it? Was it-- well, could it be their ticket out of here?

Ahahaha.

Gah.
Why did this place even exist? In the time he had been stuck in that small compartment of a room back before the crazy boy tumbled into his life, he found out that the airship's teleportation would not even work. Could it be that these structures were thick enough to the point that the waves could not penetrate them? Fuck. This was a terrible day. Was it even still day?

Ahaha.

What--
There it was again.
What was that? ... Ugh. It must be his head. Right. Just his head. Hahaha. This place was pretty dark, and Cherno tried his best to hide the subtle shaking of his body. Why did it have to be so dark? But the red beacon shone like a point of hope through this.

He walked over to it and looked closely.
It was a small LED, flashing in frequency, with a locked panel beneath--
Locked?
Dammit.

He turned to the boy.

"Yo, uh--" Be diplomatic, Cherno, even if he unsettles you. "We've got to get through this little hootenanny mabob together. You've got anything on you that can help us take apart this lock here?"

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Cherno awoke with a start. The crackling of the static had grown softer.
The passage was still dark, but the choking sensation was out. Right, right-- quickly. Before anything else happened. He rose, stepping down his feet onto the solid metal catwalk to get some further feeling. At the very end of the dark passage was the warm glow of a red light. Red light! Red-- red light?

He tried to move forward but-- ack, he almost tripped over the sleeping body of the other boy. Goddamnit.

Cherno knelt down and grasped the sleeping boy's shoulders. Why did he have to follow him? He tried shaking him awake, gently at first, then rough--


rough--


rough--

FUCK.
He let go of the boy.
What--
What was that?
He-- he felt as if there-- there was-- what-- there was another something-- he just-- was it because of this place? He widened his eyes. It was like a bolt of lightning had fried his synapses briefly, and his eyes were dull and widened as he stared down at his hands.

... No time. Just awake the damn kid. Cherno grimaced and delicately held the boy's head in his hand. And with a resounding sigh, he let forward a slap.

"Wake up, you exponential ass-bulb!"

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Ashwin is terrible at RPing

Posting the image of a young lady from the Philippines will not help get my point across!

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You are American. You do have miles.

I read the title as "my foot inches" and was about to explode from the lack of metric.