Ep 2 - So Many Red Flags
Nov 13, 2014 11:37:24 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2014 11:37:24 GMT -5
In that instant of frozen time, Roulette would be able to feel every mote and pulse of electrical activity from the body she inhabited. Her neural net was a wave of light, billions of racing photons. They swarmed at the command of the white robot, but with concentration and effort she would sense that she could tap into that flow, rake her consciousness through it like fingers through sand –
– and direct a trickle of its particles.
The body listened to her.
The arm seized up, its elbow joint locked. The fingers twitched. Against her temple the muzzle of the weapon shook as the body that held it wavered between two sets of instructions: one that unconquerably made up the entire core of its being, and the other that it wanted nothing more than to obey.
There was a brief, intense struggle.
The clatter of the pistol hitting the floor echoed around the broken dome of the observatory. Roulette’s frame slumped as the arm fell back under her control, as if exhausted.
The white robot arched a brow.
“Oh, you didn’t try to shoot me,” he said in surprise. “That’s – rather unexpected actually, given your skill set and function. Goodness. Well! Time to improvise, I suppose. Let’s have a little fun with this.”
He lifted one dark hand. Tiny biolights in his fingertips glowed.
There was no warning rumble this time.
All at once the floor dropped away beneath Roulette as a vast black hole irised open beneath her folded legs. No subtle vibration or whir of mechanics signalled that a hidden door had been silently activated at the white robot’s command. The hole appeared as if it had always existed on the other side of some quantum divide, and only now had been called into being.
It dropped her into a dark and narrow shaft, into a descent through floating ash and flickering lights. Things on the walls of the shaft whistled past her, cables and strange objects. She gathered speed as she fell, plummeting at a sickening rate.
There was no sign of a bottom to the shaft in the darkness beneath her. Yet.
– and direct a trickle of its particles.
The body listened to her.
The arm seized up, its elbow joint locked. The fingers twitched. Against her temple the muzzle of the weapon shook as the body that held it wavered between two sets of instructions: one that unconquerably made up the entire core of its being, and the other that it wanted nothing more than to obey.
There was a brief, intense struggle.
The clatter of the pistol hitting the floor echoed around the broken dome of the observatory. Roulette’s frame slumped as the arm fell back under her control, as if exhausted.
The white robot arched a brow.
“Oh, you didn’t try to shoot me,” he said in surprise. “That’s – rather unexpected actually, given your skill set and function. Goodness. Well! Time to improvise, I suppose. Let’s have a little fun with this.”
He lifted one dark hand. Tiny biolights in his fingertips glowed.
There was no warning rumble this time.
All at once the floor dropped away beneath Roulette as a vast black hole irised open beneath her folded legs. No subtle vibration or whir of mechanics signalled that a hidden door had been silently activated at the white robot’s command. The hole appeared as if it had always existed on the other side of some quantum divide, and only now had been called into being.
It dropped her into a dark and narrow shaft, into a descent through floating ash and flickering lights. Things on the walls of the shaft whistled past her, cables and strange objects. She gathered speed as she fell, plummeting at a sickening rate.
There was no sign of a bottom to the shaft in the darkness beneath her. Yet.