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T7, GNO, Ch 7, Pt 4
Next part.
Neutrino Bunny
Chapter 7—In Which Answers Lead to More Questions Pt. 4
Darkness there, and nothing more.”
--Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
No drones. No intruders. Nothing but the faint hum of the bank of computers along the wall.
So why did she feel like every hair was standing on end? She glanced down at her arm. Because they were. Jeez.
Of course, you are standing here, in ninja combat mode, in just your underwear. With bare feet. On a cold cement floor.
But I’m not cold! I’m...I think I’m just really freaked out!
Again, you’re standing here in your underwear. Alone. In a strange place. By yourself. In your underwear. You made a joke about going up to take a shower, but this is just as horror movie. More the edited for television version—
“Shut. Up.” She forced herself to stand up straight, and shake out her arms and legs. “Breathe. Deep breaths.” She did so. Breathe in and hold for a ten count, breathe out and hold for a ten count. Breathe in, breathe out.
She still felt like her stomach was doing flip flops. And she could feel the odd, slightly chill sensation of adrenaline flowing through her. And the longer she stood waiting, the shakier she felt.
She swallowed hard again as she felt her stomach clench. We’ve got some Sprite upstairs. Sugar. Carbonation. Make sure the doors are secure, go upstairs, set out that Sprite to warm up a bit —she blushed—get some clothes on, and just relax. Maybe try to eat a little something. I can go over some of the readings again.
She started to walk over to the chamber, and nearly found herself doubling over. “Ohhh…” The gasp, which she choked off as quickly as possible, seemed to echo oddly off the walls and ceiling. She stood, slightly bent over, and tried to control her breathing.
After a few seconds the feeling faded. She straightened up slowly, eyes narrowing. “What if…is it…is it the chamber? Or something about…” Her eyes jogged over to the bank of computers. “Or maybe…” She shook her head. If it wasn’t the chamber…if it was…well, she couldn’t do anything about that now. “Scan. I need scans. The suit. The computers.” She looked over at the Zemeckis circuit, pieces scattered everywhere
Would it be safe like that?
She closed her eyes. It would have to be. Gingerly, she took a step forward.
The feeling didn’t increase, but it certainly didn’t fade either. She took another step.
The same.
Bite the bullet. She strode forward, fists and teeth clenched. About halfway there, the feeling flared just slightly, but soon faded. And then she was at the chamber’s airlock door.
Deep breath. She opened it and reached in to dig in the piled fabric of her suit, finally grabbing the remote, and pulling it out. A clatter at one end of the fabric pile caught her attention.
The circuit boards. The busted ones. Might as well get rid of these. She dug for and grabbed them as well.
There was another faint flare as she stood up, but it faded quickly. In fact, it had faded as she was in there digging around.
So is the chamber the cause or is it shielding me? What is going on here? Scans. I’m gonna do scans. And then I gotta get cracking.
She tossed the broken circuit boards into the cart with the rest of the junk, went over to the spread out sheets to grab a few pieces of equipment, and pulled out a few more things from the duffle bags.
Arms full, she turned to the zipline, rolled her eyes, and then went back to the duffles, piling her equipment inside a mostly empty one, and slinging it over her shoulder.
Oddly, she was actually feeling a lot better. Not a hundred percent, but definitely better. She hesitated, looking back at the chamber.
Maybe…maybe I should just—
A faint wave of dizziness put paid to that thought.
--or not. She went over to the zipline and shot up to the office.
Do a couple checks, and get myself back on track.
Time is of the essence.
Next part.
Neutrino Bunny
Chapter 7—In Which Answers Lead to More Questions Pt. 4
Darkness there, and nothing more.”
--Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
No drones. No intruders. Nothing but the faint hum of the bank of computers along the wall.
So why did she feel like every hair was standing on end? She glanced down at her arm. Because they were. Jeez.
Of course, you are standing here, in ninja combat mode, in just your underwear. With bare feet. On a cold cement floor.
But I’m not cold! I’m...I think I’m just really freaked out!
Again, you’re standing here in your underwear. Alone. In a strange place. By yourself. In your underwear. You made a joke about going up to take a shower, but this is just as horror movie. More the edited for television version—
“Shut. Up.” She forced herself to stand up straight, and shake out her arms and legs. “Breathe. Deep breaths.” She did so. Breathe in and hold for a ten count, breathe out and hold for a ten count. Breathe in, breathe out.
She still felt like her stomach was doing flip flops. And she could feel the odd, slightly chill sensation of adrenaline flowing through her. And the longer she stood waiting, the shakier she felt.
She swallowed hard again as she felt her stomach clench. We’ve got some Sprite upstairs. Sugar. Carbonation. Make sure the doors are secure, go upstairs, set out that Sprite to warm up a bit —she blushed—get some clothes on, and just relax. Maybe try to eat a little something. I can go over some of the readings again.
She started to walk over to the chamber, and nearly found herself doubling over. “Ohhh…” The gasp, which she choked off as quickly as possible, seemed to echo oddly off the walls and ceiling. She stood, slightly bent over, and tried to control her breathing.
After a few seconds the feeling faded. She straightened up slowly, eyes narrowing. “What if…is it…is it the chamber? Or something about…” Her eyes jogged over to the bank of computers. “Or maybe…” She shook her head. If it wasn’t the chamber…if it was…well, she couldn’t do anything about that now. “Scan. I need scans. The suit. The computers.” She looked over at the Zemeckis circuit, pieces scattered everywhere
Would it be safe like that?
She closed her eyes. It would have to be. Gingerly, she took a step forward.
The feeling didn’t increase, but it certainly didn’t fade either. She took another step.
The same.
Bite the bullet. She strode forward, fists and teeth clenched. About halfway there, the feeling flared just slightly, but soon faded. And then she was at the chamber’s airlock door.
Deep breath. She opened it and reached in to dig in the piled fabric of her suit, finally grabbing the remote, and pulling it out. A clatter at one end of the fabric pile caught her attention.
The circuit boards. The busted ones. Might as well get rid of these. She dug for and grabbed them as well.
There was another faint flare as she stood up, but it faded quickly. In fact, it had faded as she was in there digging around.
So is the chamber the cause or is it shielding me? What is going on here? Scans. I’m gonna do scans. And then I gotta get cracking.
She tossed the broken circuit boards into the cart with the rest of the junk, went over to the spread out sheets to grab a few pieces of equipment, and pulled out a few more things from the duffle bags.
Arms full, she turned to the zipline, rolled her eyes, and then went back to the duffles, piling her equipment inside a mostly empty one, and slinging it over her shoulder.
Oddly, she was actually feeling a lot better. Not a hundred percent, but definitely better. She hesitated, looking back at the chamber.
Maybe…maybe I should just—
A faint wave of dizziness put paid to that thought.
--or not. She went over to the zipline and shot up to the office.
Do a couple checks, and get myself back on track.
Time is of the essence.