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Just a partial...will be continued tonight.
Hey folks…partial chapter posting…will finish tomorrow.
Chapter 7—In Which Answers Lead to More Questions Pt. 6
Ellie sighed as she flipped off her Phones, threw away the Donut Stix wrapper clutched in her fist, and downed the last of her juice. “Lunch of Champions. Meh. I suppose that this wasn’t exactly the healthiest of lunches, but…”
But she really didn’t feel like going anywhere. She didn’t feel bad, now. Just tired.
“Which would probably be rectified if I went out and got some real food.”
She flopped back on the couch and rubbed her eyes. “Come on, girl. Get yourself together and get back to work. Heck, even if it does mean hopping into the shower. A hot shower actually sounds kinda good.” Her eyes drifted to the bathroom. “Of course, that means that you are in a horror movie, and have accepted the role of the stupid girl who gets killed in the shower. Meh.”
She leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. “Face it. You just don’t want to go downstairs. You’re afraid that stuff will start happening again. You think that just because coming upstairs got rid of all but a smidge of the uck feeling, that it means that there’s something down there that’s causing it. And your general lack of your normal sang froid can be seen in the fact that you’re monologing to yourself.”
She flopped over on her side, curling up. A nap would feel so good. The aches, the cramping, and the general sense of being on high alert freakout were gone, replaced by a sort of drained wornoutness. Just like she’d had after getting sick. Although her snack had helped.
I wasn’t in the lab then, either. When the drained feeling came. Hyper alert and spazzing in the lab, worn out as soon as I leave it.
It was something about the lab. It had to be. Messing with the functions of her suit. Messing with the connections between her and the suit. Messing with her controls. Distracting…interrupting. But that shouldn’t be possible. The nanites in the suit were all on a secure channel. Not to mention…
She sat up, folding her arms, and leaning back. What could it be? The security system? The drone controls? But the system was turned off, wasn’t it? At least the active security? Why…?
She sat up with a start. Wait. Just think for a second. Even if the drones are disabled, the master security is still functioning. The anti-Ghost fields are still operating, there has to be power to them in some way shape or form. Because even if there’s shielding material as part of the brick…
So I’ve got to grin and bear it, at least long enough to completely shut down the system.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Hey folks…partial chapter posting…will finish tomorrow.
Chapter 7—In Which Answers Lead to More Questions Pt. 6
Ellie sighed as she flipped off her Phones, threw away the Donut Stix wrapper clutched in her fist, and downed the last of her juice. “Lunch of Champions. Meh. I suppose that this wasn’t exactly the healthiest of lunches, but…”
But she really didn’t feel like going anywhere. She didn’t feel bad, now. Just tired.
“Which would probably be rectified if I went out and got some real food.”
She flopped back on the couch and rubbed her eyes. “Come on, girl. Get yourself together and get back to work. Heck, even if it does mean hopping into the shower. A hot shower actually sounds kinda good.” Her eyes drifted to the bathroom. “Of course, that means that you are in a horror movie, and have accepted the role of the stupid girl who gets killed in the shower. Meh.”
She leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. “Face it. You just don’t want to go downstairs. You’re afraid that stuff will start happening again. You think that just because coming upstairs got rid of all but a smidge of the uck feeling, that it means that there’s something down there that’s causing it. And your general lack of your normal sang froid can be seen in the fact that you’re monologing to yourself.”
She flopped over on her side, curling up. A nap would feel so good. The aches, the cramping, and the general sense of being on high alert freakout were gone, replaced by a sort of drained wornoutness. Just like she’d had after getting sick. Although her snack had helped.
I wasn’t in the lab then, either. When the drained feeling came. Hyper alert and spazzing in the lab, worn out as soon as I leave it.
It was something about the lab. It had to be. Messing with the functions of her suit. Messing with the connections between her and the suit. Messing with her controls. Distracting…interrupting. But that shouldn’t be possible. The nanites in the suit were all on a secure channel. Not to mention…
She sat up, folding her arms, and leaning back. What could it be? The security system? The drone controls? But the system was turned off, wasn’t it? At least the active security? Why…?
She sat up with a start. Wait. Just think for a second. Even if the drones are disabled, the master security is still functioning. The anti-Ghost fields are still operating, there has to be power to them in some way shape or form. Because even if there’s shielding material as part of the brick…
So I’ve got to grin and bear it, at least long enough to completely shut down the system.
TO BE CONTINUED…