RAMPAGE

Synergy
Tears…
Sweat…
And blood…
None could even begin to describe the tyranny of carnage befell unto their
very eyes.
Meteors crashing from the heavens above, with the burning red violence
of the universe, devil blazing fire and chilling deadly ice engulfing
everything, and everyone on sight, even daunting hurricanes brew the
size of the mountains, in every corner of a once, benevolent planet.
Thunders roared, oceans screamed, the very ground itself shook with the
intensity of destruction happening around his pitiful, half dead body.
As if the whole world itself is mourning with grief and sorrow for his lost.
But alas, amidst all this chaos and desolation, surrounded with nothing
but death.
He couldn’t care less…
Kneeling on the ground of what was left, he picked her up with his right
hand and embraced her ever so tightly. Crying and shouting at the top of
his lungs, unable to invoke even a single thought. He pleaded and wept,
he screamed as he deject, denied the only thing he couldn’t fathom.
‘No… This, I will not, accept!’ he muttered with his dying breath.
‘Wake up… Pleeease!’ he pleaded with dismay for himself.
He cried and he drool, he begged as he cannot unspool, the horrible truth.
He shouted with agony and anguishing pain.
Nothing could describe his sorrow, the pain of losing…
And then and there,
He snapped…
As if the thread of his sanity was cut, no longer repairable.
His eyes, what once was of sorrow turned lifeless but petrifying, the man
who seemed to die within the tick of the clock, stood up with an immense
nerve-racking stance. With this, the world has gone quiet, as if a king has
awoken.
Every being in the universe looked at him, and he, looked, back… But this
time, there is no longer him, there is only pain and loss. He was not ready
when they came, and so will they be now… A beast with no purpose,
nothing to cling upon, with an unimaginable, limitless power… He is
Rampage.

Prologue
December 13, 2040, The World War 4, or what most commonly known as
‘The Extinction Period’ started between the soil of America and Asia. All
kinds of reasons were to blame, ethnicity, religion, politics, greed, pride,
the wants and needs to control, and of course, power of the two titan
civilizations, these are what brought upon this eventuality, this carnage,
the famine and death, which lasted for more than 3 gruesome years.
99.8% of all human population was decimated on the face of the Earth,
roughly 7 billion people died in a mass genocide after countless of nuclear
bombs were detonated across the globe, and not long after killed the 3
billion rest in a nuclear winter, where the sun never rose for more than 4
years. Not that it was a surprise, rather expected, before it even began. In
this war, or more accurately, in this human eradication fortuity, no one
declared defeat, no one declared triumph as well, for there are no more
people to do so.
The remaining 0.2% who was fortunate enough to evade such conflict,
mostly composed of people outside said soil, survived by hiding through
the war in the depths of the Antarctic Ocean.
They were led by Dr Kira Rose, one of the greatest minds in the mid 40’s.
A year and a half before even the war started, she was already on her
way, in the development of a bunker they called, ‘Kira’s Ark’, a gigantic,
bubble like, underwater refuge, in which they’ve gathered and tried to
survive. A place, far off the effects of the surface war, but doesn’t differ
from it nonetheless. Unfortunately, even with their effort to accommodate
millions of people, roughly, only 8% was able to cope in such living state,
and those who did, waited for more than 15 years in this bunker and soon
after resurfaced to try again, to be human.
These people, no more than a quarter of a million, vowed to never let such
a tragic act ever happen again, that no longer will they be a prisoner of
their egocentric desires. Thus, founding the ‘Golden Era’ of humanity,
where every last piece of the past was left behind, the likes of ethnicity,
religion, gender and other selfish and discriminating agendas. No longer
do people kill each other for petty and self-serving acts, rather every last
one would be considered to have ‘evolved’, and only work for the greater
benefit of all mankind.
And soon after their countless struggles and defeat to resurface, humanity
was able to sustain and gain back the control of the futile death bed of a
place, once they called Earth.
A Physicist 1.0 –
(and his daughter)
‘Initiating, morning protocol.’
‘Standard procedure, on set.’
‘Breakfast of choosing, Filament B.’

‘Weird how these things work, they don’t really even need to state the
things they’re about to do. It’s not like, I’m asking.’ he grumpily
whispered, as if he was just awoken from a bad dream.

‘Establishing morning routines’

‘Our climate temperature is currently at 15 degrees Celsius, rain has a
57% chance between 15:00 and 19:00 hour.’
‘Advising C47, to ready… a Rain Shield, if an unlikely event to venture
outside is to occur.’
‘Have a lovely day.’
‘End of transmission.’ announced the Pod. A robot-like object, the size of a
basketball, floating around aimlessly in the room, it has a circular screen
in it’s front, the likes of a camera; It has this woman like speech pattern as
well, which is monotoned but can be understand pretty clearly. Though
the Pod has these simple and friendly design, it’s not quite enough to
allure, a good morning wake-up call for Victor still lying in his bed, having
this quite irritated look, late nights for his researches are quite a sleep-
eater for him.
The room is almost empty, as if it was not a room at all, but only a square
white space, not even hinges for doors nor windows are to be seen.
Although it’s quite spacious, only him, a simple, single bed and the Pod
are what’s in it. Everything is quite faint, to the colour of the room, the
sheets on the bed, and even Victor himself; wearing a long sleeve, white t
shirt and white pants, him and the place couldn’t be more grey and dull
looking, nevertheless, they have this quite safe ambiance in them.
Victor picks himself up out of the bed, still wonky and disarrayed after a
full nightery, working at his lab, he still tries to be early every day. As he
finally got to sit up straight at the corner of his bed, his sour mood was no
longer visible, as if the moment he got up, he turned into a new man; A
more composed and reasonable looking guy. He then, stretched and
commanded the Pod.
‘Pod my glasses.’ he said.
‘Acquiring… Glasses’ the Pod responded.
It then, floated a bit higher up, and on the top left corner of the room, the
Pod pushed a hidden hinge at the wall, and a drawer popped open; the
room is designed this way, secret spaces and hinges are almost invisible
to the naked eye.
‘Glasses acquired.’ announced the Pod.
‘Shall I wake up your daughter as well C47?’ it continued.
‘No Pod.’ Victor answered.
He took his glasses, put them on and looked through Pod’s screen.
‘She’s too peaceful when she’s asleep.’ he continued. Victor can see Faith
on the screen of the Pod, lying down on her bed, snoring away her long
peaceful slumber.
‘Understood, ending morning assistance. Recharging.’ the Pod claimed. It
then powered down, still afloat, but now is still.

After a minute, Victor headed out of his room, and immediately, you
would notice that it’s just a straight corridor, white and almost empty
looking; doors nor windows are to be seen out here, but it is filled with,
hidden rooms. After a few steps in the corridor, Victor faced the right wall
and a secret door opened sideways.
In this particular room, is his laboratory, although seems empty, it is far
from being so.

‘Pod, show me an archive of our work last night.’ Victor exclaimed.

And as soon as he spoke, holograms filled the room, full of details from his
work last night.
Victor then positioned himself sitting, and in just a blink of an eye, a white
chair came out of the floor, even a desk popped up with a keyboard on it
as soon as he raised his hand. All the while, a headset manifested out of
nowhere and was placed on his head. Lyrical sounds started to emanate
out of it, the noises resembled to the music of the past, it was quite loud
as if someone is rhythming rapidly, but Victor seemed to enjoy it. And as
he goes on, the room filled with apparatus and lab equipment in no time.
He was so absorbed, by his music and his work, as if he was already a part
of the room, not noticing anything else. Not even the footsteps, coming
ever so closely to his lab.
As he was to focused, humming away his consciousness, the entrance
opened up, a stranger came in. The stranger noticed the incapacity of
Victor to perceived any other presence, so the stranger then creepily
lingered, resembling a wild animal that’s about to pounce of a prey.
The stranger approached him ever so quietly.
‘Got you!’ the stranger exclaimed, clamping her hands at Victor’s
shoulders.
Victor gasped, he was so startled, he jumped out of his chair and drop his
glasses. Everything in the room, dissimilated to thin air right after. Lost for
thought, he crouched down to look for his glasses, he couldn’t find it, he
was to a jolt, not till the stranger hand over his glasses for him. He quickly
grabbed his glasses to see, and not to his surprise now, it is Faith smiling
and laughing her heart out. She pulled another one of her mischievous
stunts, as she likes to do so.
‘Faith… Good morning.’ he said. He is still quite shaking, but
nevertheless, he was smiling and trying hard to show Faith that he was
not affected.
‘Good morning Papa!’ Faith replied.
‘Did, I scare you? Did I? Did I?!’ Faith continued to mock. She is quite
enthusiastic, as if Victor’s anxious reactions was her reward.
‘No little Miss Faith Rose, you didn’t.’ Victor answered with a concrete
face, even though he was almost on the brink of shouting just a minute
ago.
‘And could you please call me Dr Walden?’ he continued.
‘I’m in my Laboratory after all.’ he implied to reorient Faith.
Still caught up with her laughter and earlier prank, she is hardly listening
to his rants. She then, jumped to Victor and hugged him with glee.
‘I love you Papa.’ she said. Faith looked at him with comfort and smiles,
and continued to say, ‘Don’t be scared anymore, I’ll protect you.’
Victor smiled and replied with gladness on his face, ‘Or at least Mr. Papa?’
He then gave Faith a pat on her head, she liked it and smiled even more.
Even though the place is empty, the two was so warm, it felt so cosy.
‘What would you want for breakfast?’ Victor asked.
‘Filament A! Yay!’ Faith joyfully answered.

Both headed into another room of the corridor, and here is a white, tall
box as tall as Victor; there is a white table in the middle of the room, and
two white chairs as well. And in said box are small, aluminium container
like objects, it is the filaments, food packets, containing grainy looking
pellets which seems to be a staple diet of the Golden era. He poured both
out into a dish and proceeded to give one to Faith and one to himself.

‘Does it taste good?’ Victor asked.

‘Silly Papa, you know they don’t taste anything!’ Faith answered, still with
food on her mouth, as she continues to gulp down her meal.
Victor laughed.

Everything felt strange and yet normal, everything is not in place but is
neither lost, there world is quite literally, alienated, but for the two, it felt
home.

Throughout their meal, Pod suddenly entered the room, and on it’s screen
was a clock like projection. Victor gasp as he saw the time, he coughed up
his food, hastily looked at Faith’s feet and asked her, ‘Are your stabilizers
on?!’
Victor looks distressed.
‘Yes!’ Faith cheerfully answers, as she points out a red-looking button,
flashing from her chrome plated shoes.
‘I turned it on before you even told me!’ she continued proudly with her
chin held up.
Victor is appeased.
He smiled and said ‘Well, you’re 9, but that doesn’t mean you think like
one.’
‘You’re very smart, just like y…’
Victor choked on his own words, a brief pause occurred…
‘Just like who Papa?’ Faith asked, curious to why Victor stopped mid-
sentence.
Silence covered the room for about 10 seconds, but the muteness of the
conversation made it felt like minutes, to avert the quietness, Victor pat
Faith on the head again, gave her a smile and said, ‘Just like me.’.
Faith smiled back, her attention span is quite simple to manipulate.
As they continue with their meal, an eerie emergency broadcast sounded
via the Pod, it sounded severely important.
‘Warning, Tectonic shifting in progress T minus…’
‘79 seconds.’
‘Advising C47 to equip… Stabilizers.’
A countdown appeared on the Pod’s screen.
‘We already did dummy!’ Faith scoffingly answered to the Pod with her
tongue sticking out, making her spill some of her food out of her mouth.
The two didn’t even gave the slightest of concern right after the deterrent
of the Pod, although Victor was startled a bit at first, the ambience
between them is calm until the end of the timer, promptly knowing Faith
had her stabilizers on.

‘3…’
‘2…’
‘1…’
A sudden silence, followed by a sinister rumbling.
Outside the place of the two, the ground started to shake vigorously, with
an intensity of an earthquake. The wind and atmosphere became thick,
almost embedding an alarming aura. But needless to say, Victor and Faith
doesn’t seem to be bothered, they continued with their meal, happily
gazing on one another.
The tremors are an everyday occurrence, that an earthquake is to be
compared to norm, and the chrome plating on their shoes called
stabilizers, seems to keep them from being affected by the rigorous
trembles around them.

After a while the earthquake seized. The two continued with their meal.
As the two continued, Faith suddenly asked, ‘Papa, what’s a tecto… tonic
shit, ting?’
Victor smiled.
‘Tectonic shifting sweetie.’ Victor proclaimed.
‘It’s the movement of the Earth’s crust.’ he further explained.
‘Hm, so why does it move again?’ Faith further questioned.
‘Well, think of it as the ground, are a dish plate, which is floating on top of
water, now sometimes these plates, bump unto another dish plates which,
causes the earthquakes.’ Victor elaborated.
‘So why does it move every day?’ Faith curiously questioned as she toys
around her food, she is quite curious.
‘Well, that’s becau…’
A knock on the door, interrupted Victor.

‘I’ll get it!’ Faith exclaimed as she dashes her way out unto the corridor.
‘Faith, wait!’ Victor shouted as he tries to come after Faith.

‘Unexpected personal.’
‘Engaging, Threat Protocol.’ the Pod announced.
Faster than the two could come and get the door, the Pod is already in
front of the entry, and suddenly, two blasters like appendages, came out
of both sides of the Pod, aiming a laser pointer directly at the door.
‘No Pod! Disengage! Disengage!’ Victor commanded.
‘Disengaging’ the Pod stated.
He then picks up his daughter, whom he reminded not to open doors so
hastily. It maybe is, the Golden Era, where crimes don’t exist, but there
are still protocols to consider and follow.
After all, they are, in the CLOUD.
A Physicist and a Disciplinarian 1.1-
(Unprecedented Visitor)
The CLOUD.
‘Constitutional Land Of the Unified Disciplinarians.’
A place for those who survived, a safe haven.
It is made up of 12 massive, 10 story high buildings, all lined up to form a
circle, a wall, surrounding the city. Here, 187,647 people are designated.
Living together in peace, under the supervision of the ‘Disciplinarians’,
A collection of people who oversee the inhabitants of CLOUD.
In here resides Victor and rose, or according to there codes C47 and A29,
right at the 8th floor, of the 6th building of the CLOUD. Living in the CLOUD,
doesn’t have a lot of rules implicated with it, but of course simple
instructions are built just to remind everyone of the true meaning of
cohabitating in it.
The CLOUD symbolizes the strength, and determination of mankind ever
since it was built 13 years ago. It also personifies the better place, the
Ark, Kira’s Ark, landed for, hence ‘the cloud’, or so what Victor wants to
believe in.
Victor likes to tell these stories to Faith, the life before the war, and what
came after it, but of course he skips most of the ‘during’ part; he is
knowledgeable regarding these matters, it is one of his jobs after all, a
curator of the past, even though forgotten, catalogue of the events
leading to their success is still kept, stored and analysed by Victor. Faith
admires this, she is a fanatic of the past as well. Although taboo to talk
about, especially there is a strict law about it, the two couldn’t be
bothered, they are what’s left for themselves after all. Now even though
Victor is open to Faith talking about the past, it is still restricted, so he
often reminds her to only talk about it with him, and to never let anybody
else know their little mischiefs.
Therefore, whenever there is a knock on the door, Victor gets a little
jumpy, as if him and Faith are shared criminals, so he tends to scold Faith
to let him open the door whenever someone visits, although this
occurrence is quite rare, Victor is very protective.
‘Faith, remember what I told you.’ Victor scolded.
‘Sorry, Papa.’ she apologizes.
‘And Pod!’ Victor exclaimed.
‘Yes C47?’
‘Tone down your threat protocol, it’s just a knock on the door.’ Victor
continued.
‘Understood.’ Pod claimed.

He then, took a long, deep breath, wipe his sweat dripping out of his
forehead, fix his tilted glasses, and finally let the door slide open.

‘Hey Faith! Hi Victor!’ the stranger out the door greeted.

‘I brought cookies!’ the stranger further exclaimed.

‘Hey Emilia…’ Victor greeted.

The stranger is Emilia Bottomheart, K100, a disciplinarian, one of the

officers who guides the inhabitants of the CLOUD, also, a very good friend
of Victor. Although has quite the good-looking structure, a slender physic,
and a height of 5 feet and 9 inches, her entrance still felt a little bit
childish, as she tries to barge in the corridor to enter.
‘Hey ugly face! Bleh!’ Faith discerned as she sticks out her tongue to
Emilia, she then quickly tucks her head on Victor’s shoulder.
‘That’s officer ugly face for you, young lady.’ Emilia jokingly answered.
‘Still hates me huh, even after I brought you cookies?’ Emilia continued,
as she presented a small, square, silver container, containing cookies.
With her head tilted and her lips pouted, as if she is pleading to enter
even further.
‘No, no she’s just a bit grumpy, I kind of scolded her that’s all.’ Victor
explained, as she lets Emilia enter the corridor.
‘So, what brought you here officer?’ Victor asked, he is surprised, nearly
in no event, does a disciplinarian visits for no important reason, although
it is Emilia, she wouldn’t normally visit in her uniform.
‘Just random corridor checks after the quakes, for the purpose of
documented scenarios, nothing major, just making sure the
neighbourhood is safe, may I debrief your corridor, Dr Walden?’ Emilia
explained, suddenly having a stern look at her face.
‘Please do.’ Victor answered with no hesitations, for when it comes to
laws and regulations, Victor can be quite a bit frantic, but nevertheless, he
is at ease when it comes with Emilia, after all they both share the
enthusiasm for the past.

‘The city will fall.’ Emilia suddenly exclaimed out of nowhere.

Victor drops his glasses, ever so suddenly hearing this phrase from Emilia
gave him shivers he never thought could rendition again. As if he was just
shown a nightmarish monster; his face is so pale, sweat flooded his face.
‘Wh… what do you mean?’ he asked with cold sweats.
Emilia looked at him with confusion, he noticed the fear in Victor’s eyes.
‘The city will fall? I want to listen to it again.’ she answered.
‘I love listening to it, can I borrow it again?’ she continued.
As if a thorn piercing Victor’s throat was plucked out, he is relieved, ‘Oh,
that’s what you’re talking about, the music.’
Victor inhaled with reassurance…
‘What did you think I was talking about?’ she asked.
‘Nothing.’ he answered.

Victor asked Faith to go to her room, and the two headed to Victor’s Lab,
not talking about the earlier misunderstanding, but Emilia knows, she
knows Victor well, she knows when he is happy, sad, discerned, and most
importantly, when he is lying, but Emilia is not one to butt in, specially
when asked not to, but it lingers, the misunderstanding earlier lingers in
the back of her head, like an itch that can’t be reach.
‘Pod, a copy of, The city will fall.’ Victor exclaimed.
A small storage unit for software and files manifested unto Victor’s hand,
he handed it to Emilia. But instead of grabbing the unit, she reached for
Victor’s hand, he was caught of guard and his cheeks turned red. Emilia’s
touch is soft, she is a lady, a woman after all, even though they are
friends, Emilia still vibrates alluring aura, and Victor is still, just a man,
even though gender roles are no longer an issue in the Golden Era, there
genetics are still more powerful than any of their morals.
‘Remember, when we use to hold hands like this…’ she spoke ever so
softly and endearingly.
She got even closer to him, her breath smells so lustful, she whispers to
Victor, ‘Remember when everything between us was so transparent, as if
we’re just one?’
Her chest pressed up against Victor, he couldn’t move, yes, Emilia is
stronger than him, but its not just that, he’s got other worries, especially
underneath. Her breathing became even more heavy, it is so warm and
tempting, Victor became paralysed, trying to hold himself back. Both of
their heartbeat became so audible, it can be heard around the Lab; Emilia
looked Victor in his eyes with passion, she leaned in even closer in a form
of someone who wants to share a kiss, but before their lips even touch,
she asked, ‘Are you hiding something?’ out of nowhere, just a finger-gap
away from Victor’s lips.
Victor looked underneath, thinking if she noticed. Emilia smiled.
‘Not that.’ she said.
‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ he answered.
Emilia let go, slowly, she was just teasing Victor, but even she got caught
over her urges, a little bit more and she knows, she just wants to remind
Victor something, but even she forgot her motives. The two shares a
connection more than just being friends, but she knows, she’s the only
one who knows this.

‘Abnormal heartbeat count detected.’

‘Initiating First-aid Protocol.’
Pod instantly came rushing in the Lab with a defibrillator sported on its
side, along with Faith; she seems to be pretending to know what is
happening as well.
‘Aha! Don’t move!’ Faith proclaimed, she seems to be pretending to be
an officer of the law, just like the ones in the stories of Victor, with her
hand held up to mimic a gun from the past, a form of weaponry used way
back; she pointed it to Emilia and shouted, ‘Step away from Papa! Or
else…’ Pod played along and shifted its appendages into blasters as well.
‘Pod disengage you deranged robot!’ Victor shouted.
‘Disengaging.’ Pod proclaimed.

Emilia laughed maniacally, she proceeded to walk near Faith and Emilia’s
face quickly turned 360, she emitted a dangerously demented look, she
bends down, looked Faith straight into her eyes and said, ‘Go ahead,
shoot me officer…’
Emilia is frightening, Faith started to shake, her little legs are about to fall,
her teeth are crumbling even more terribly than an earthquake, she’s in
the brink of crying, not long after, she looked to Victor’s comforting face in
an impression that’s saying, Emilia is just teasing again; she found her
courage through this, Faith held her self up, suddenly she’s no longer
trembling and put on a brave face, her own scary face, and again shouted,
‘I’m not scared of you!’
Emilia’s eyes lit up in surprise, she didn’t thought Faith would fight back,
she is surprised with how tough Faith reacted, her deranged face
disappeared, she laughed and pat Faith on her head, stood up and
continued to tease Faith saying, ‘Aren’t you a brave little girl?’
‘I’m not little!’ Faith answered, she brushes Emilia’s hand of her head and
ran along to Victor.
‘Are you okay Papa?’ Faith asked.
‘I heard Pod said that your heart was beating to fast, so I came as fast as I
could.’ she further explained.
Faith looks really concerned about Victor’s well-being, and he couldn’t be
happier, even though he knows that Emilia was just poking fun, he
couldn’t be prouder by how Faith handled herself; he smiled, hugged Faith
and thanked her.
On the other hand, Emilia is puffing her cheeks out of jealousy,
‘Hey, I want a hug as well…’ she said acting as a child.
Faith notices this and took the moment to tease Emilia back, she pulled
one of her grimiest smiles, hugged Victor even tighter, and said, ‘I’ll
protect you forever Papa.’
Emilia’s face turned sour, she admitted defeat and congratulated Faith,
but proclaimed that it isn’t over between them, Faith proudly raised her
head and smiled as if saying she’s accepting the challenged. The two
seems to be enjoying a rivalry that brews between them whenever they
fight about Victors affection.
‘Alright, that’s enough from you two.’ Victor reprimanded.
He explained to Faith, the scenarios that led to his irregular heartbeat,
saying that it was just that they were listening to music that get’s you
pumped up, that it was nothing serious.

‘Here Faith, a cookie.’ Victor’s way to sway her thoughts.

‘What is it?’ Faith asked.
‘Emilia brought these for you remember? As a, peace offering. It is a treat
from the past, they’re sweet, like you, try it.’ Victor answered.
She is baffled, a brown circular object as a food, she has never seen such
a thing before, but nevertheless was curious, she took a bite, and
immediately felt the sensation of taste, the sweet sensation of eating food
with savour, she couldn’t stop herself, it is after all, her first time tasting
something else, or rather tasting at all.
‘Oishi!’ Faith shouted.
‘O, iis shee? What is that?’ Emilia asked, she didn’t understand what Faith
just said.
‘It’s a language of the past, and it’s one of hers.’ Victor answered.
‘I believe it’s called Nihongo, I told Faith about it and ever since then she
took a liking to it, she’s becoming fluent to it as well.’ he further
explained.
‘Where’d you found such a strange language?’ Emilia further asked, she
looks curious.
Victor just smiled…
‘Another one of your secrets huh?’ Emilia said, she sighed with
dissatisfaction on how Victor’s been keeping secrets lately.
The day past by with them enjoying Emilia’s treats, the day is, as normal
as it can be; even with the earthquake, the atmosphere outside is now
calm, not a single sound, dark, due to the acid clouds brewing up above
but, the silence and darkness are soothing, you could almost forget the
fact that the temperature is on a freezing -90 degrees Celsius, but it is
safe, inside the CLOUD, inside the corridors.

‘I’ve got to go.’ Emilia said.

‘Well thank you for visiting.’ Victor answered.
‘Let me walk you down the corridor.’ he kindly suggested.
‘Sure, I have something to say to you anyway.’ she utterly replied, her
rugged personality became quiet once more, as if she’s about to discuss
something serious with Victor. He noticed this, he then told Faith to go
ahead to her room and play with Pod. The two stood up and headed out,
the tension between them once again brew, just with Emilia’s serious
stance, Victor grew weary. As they walk threw the corridor, Emilia glanced
at her wrist, as so, she hovers the unit she borrowed from Victor in her
suit, and the unit vanished inside her, as if it entered Emilia’s suit.
As she walks, Victor noticed her beautiful pink hair swaying left and right,
it is almost as long as her entire back reaching the top of her hips, Victor
began to remember Emilia’s younger self. As she walks even father, he
smelled an oddly familiar, and soothing scent drawing out of Emilia’s hair,
A scent that reminds him of their childhood, within the bunker.
‘I forgot how much stronger you are than me.’ Victor said.
‘I almost fell down.’ he continued.
‘You sure did forget a lot of things about me, about us.’ she replied.
The two are silent…
She then grabbed another unit from her wrist and gave it to Victor, a word
was written on the side of it, ‘Confidential’ it says. Emilia smiled and
turned around as if she wanted to say more, but she didn’t, she opened
the door and just disappeared, leaving Victor with a mystery unit and
unsettling last look.
Then he noticed, the hidden truth behind this statement from Emilia, the
memories he had forgotten, that she, never will.
A Physicist and his Secrets 1.2-
(Start of Journey)
Dim lights covered his world, nothing but grey walls from left to right, it
was Victor’s prison growing up, it was his horrible world, but at the same
time, a world that keeps him alive. A child of the bunker, grew up in it,
stayed in it, had nothing, but it; he was raised differently than those who
got in, as one of the first bourns of the bunker, he was modified, to be
able to survive, as so are the other new bourns, it was for the better of
course, living in it with other ideology would just make them suffer even
more, them, the children of the bunker are better of having only fed with
straight thoughts and reasons, the concept of surviving as a whole, no
difference, no separating, no classifying, it is dull, but is also necessary,
even though vain in some way…
In this world, Kira’s Arc, reproduction and the continuation of human
species is one that was establish to be most important, as their count
grew less and less each day; some dying of different and new deceases,
some of exhaustion, some are wounded by the war and are just shy away
from death, and others are just to deprived from what was the norm
before, that they were not able to cope, and as such, just chooses to end
it all.
In order to continue their pursuit of the new era and to battle out there
first major problem, resources are needed, human resources to be exact.
Therefore, after just a year of cohabitating, it was already a law that every
healthy young man and woman, ages between 16 and 24, the most
optimal ages for child bearing, are to gather up in a section of the bunker,
to procreate, it didn’t matter whether they are married, or even in a
relationship, some have even just met in that moment. It didn’t matter, if
they prefer a different partner, or even if they would ‘love’ one another,
they all had to have sexual intercourse to an allocated partner, in rare
occasions, even relatives to relatives, almost every chance that they
would have, resulting with the very first years in the Arc, with almost
nothing but disgusting orgy of human fornication, almost no one
disagreed to this even, the war up above still lingers in all of their head,
that numbs most of their morals and proper justifications, like mindless
sheep’s flocked by wolves, in order to survive, in order to control the
populous. After 9 months, for those women to succeed in bearing a child,
every new born, are to be collected and nursed in a different region of the
bunker called ‘The Vox Novus’, the new era’s voice.
In here, in the Vox, the new bourns are taken care of, in a manner that
would be cruel for others, hidden by most, but then again, is a necessity,
as so the people who detains them says so. From an infant to a youngling
of age 10, they are isolated from the elders, from the survivors, and from
their parents, only to have an interaction upon the outside world through
tests, and constant evaluations, strayed far upon from nothing but the
pursuit of knowledge and science. They are treated nothing more but test
subjects, because of this, they grew up almost to the resemblance of a
machine, scared and alone machines, all except one…

‘C45, C46, C47…’

‘C48, C49 and… C50, line up and gather, the test would begin
momentarily…’
As the pager announces, the 6 children, listens, carefully, as if they were
programmed to, one by one they stood up from there sittings on the floor
of a 4 walled-room, sweating, with cold air in their lungs. At a very young
age of 9, group by group, these children, are to face one of the toughest
tests there is in the Vox, one that would decide if they are to stay or to be
disposed on the spot, unlike their previous gradual evaluations, this one is
quite, brutal…The Thinning Test…
Brutality, the only word that could describe it, the gruesome test, children
of the arc needs to partake, fail, and get thrown off the arc. A little slice of
hell per say, it’s not like they have any other choice, it is all they know
about, it’s either they stay and survive the hellish prison, or just
straightway face death outside.
Just a few months before, there count was much larger, 10-fold to be
exact, but one by one they vanish, as they progress further and further,
only to be promised it is for the greater good, but it wasn’t. Apart from
there gender, nothing could really be described them off from one
another, the arc meant it to be this way, shaved head, shaved eyebrows,
same outfit, same posture, same lifeless eyes, but nevertheless they are
all just children equally terrified, of what could happen next; wearing
nothing but a dress of white clothing, nothing could really hide their
horrified look, machines with only one emotion, fear…
As they were instructed to walk out and head to the chamber, the
mortified look cannot be missed from their faces, almost as the same as
live stocks that are on their way to the slaughter house, the 6 enter the
chamber for the test. 6 metal chairs are in it, one for each, C45, C46, C47,
the males; C48, C49, and C50 the females of the group. Underneath said
seats in the chamber, are hatches like opening, if so a child would fail to
past the test, the hatch would open up and the unfortunate one would fall
to the bottom of the arc, unto the deep and cold ocean of the Antarctic,
their reasoning for this… is said to push all emotions out and aside, and
only think of survival, as a group, something that the others would
completely disagree on, but due to the lack of supervision with all the
things happening inside the bunker, no one can actually do something
about the horrible truth inside the Vox, the screams of the children, the
scourges of the tests and the merciless of the scientists behind it. As for
their ‘gunnie pigs’ are to just keep coming, they do not mind anymore, the
deaths of the children, what they only want are the bests out of the herd.
And as of right now, they all have their eyes on C47.
Yet deprived with knowledge outside of what was given, he, C47 is quite
different, his curiosity, still lingers, even though faint, his heart still aches,
whenever a member of his group never comes back. He never questioned
it though, never did it bothered him to ask, he was limited to his own
thoughts, but it hurts him; he couldn’t quite put it into words but, he
knows its not right, after all, there group started at 60, now there are only
6.

The children are bright, but merely on the fields, the arc would want them
to, that even simple communication like talking, is deprived from them,
for this reason some of them couldn’t even mutter a single word.
‘Do… not… worry…’ C47 said in his faint voice, trying to calm his, friends,
he then smiled, even though he does not know what it meant to smile, he
felt that it was right. A big grin on his face, and the rest would follow, not
knowing what it meant as well, but they trust him, above all, the test
would be about intelligence, and C47 is the smartest among the rest.
One by one, the children took their seats, still trembling with the thought
of failing and literally falling down the arc, their eyes started to even look
more lifeless, the pupils on their eyes started to fade, sweat, drops like a
river from their pores, and their non-stop trembling can be felt around the
chamber. 3 of them started to mumble words, quietly as if their reciting
something, as if chanting a curse, in actuality, they are trying their
hardest to remember all of what they could to past, C47 looked at them,
he started to get nervous, but he hold his grip tightly, and instead of
mumbling and chanting, or even to try to remember what was taught to
them, all that he could think of is the fact that he is angry with what is
going on, he doesn’t know what it is for, their words ‘it is for the greater
good’, he couldn’t accept, the purpose of the people who put them
through this, he could compute and put it into a logical stand point, but
deep down he knows it is wrong.
He grits his teeth, his eyes are not lifeless anymore, and in actuality the
opposite, anger is to be seen in his face, ‘I promise, I will save, friends…’
he continuously thought in his head.

As the 6 sits still, waiting, for the inevitable, out of nowhere, a buzzing
sound suddenly occurred and startled the children off of their phases, a
sound so eerie that grew in volume every second and began to be loud
enough to rupture their eardrums, 2 even fainted, C45 and C50. The rest
couldn’t do anything much as well as they were disoriented, to the point
where, all they could do is shout the pain away; and at this point, C47’s
eagerness and determination to save his friends began to vanish, as if a
puppy cornered, even he began to hurdle with fear, he finally realized, it is
the sound of the beginning of the end, for them. As the eerie buzzing
continues, buckles of metals appeared on their sittings, locking up the
children in their sits, as much as they struggle, the buckles won’t budge;
two on their hands, 2 on feet, and one on the surface of their forehead to
the back of their chair, they were locked up tight, and as soon as they
were in place, the buzzing started to decline lower and lower, and the cold
and silence room was the only thing to be heard and seen again…
The Thinning Test begins…

‘An unprecedented error occurred, please remain seated…’ the pager

announced, as the notification ended, faint but understandable
conversation between two men was still audible to be heard in the pager.
‘Why didn’t you stop it?!’ one of the voices said.
‘Oh, sorry man, I forgot hahaha!’ the other one replied nonchalant.
‘They could have died…’
‘Yeah? Who’s going to care hm? It’s not like the head would give a shit,
we’re too far down in this hell hole you idiot.’ he answered.
‘Let’s just start the test…’ he continued to say, as the pager went on
silence.
And in these last phrases, shivers ran down C47’s spine, it began to be so
clear to him, as much as they try to hide, and as much as they avoid to
give him clear answers, he finally realized…
How utterly meaningless they are to them…
The children, to the scientists…
The sheep, to the wolves… nothing but prey… nothing but flesh…
To the people who experiments on them day in and day out. Even though
at a very young age, after being exposed with such a mirthless
environment, he grew starving for answers, and now it’s clear to him.
Once again anger fuelled his rage…
After realizing that the buzz was a part of the procedure, but not
supposedly as lethal. The amount of carelessness and inhumane practise
is knee-deep, that they treated the error ever so passively.

As the test commenced, a metallic looking but flexible object rose up out
of the floor in front of the children, they are retinal implants, use to project
the test directly into the subjects pupils, without the need of papers
works, any potential movements or even oral means of answering the
test, it couldn’t be any grimmer, it slithered up the children’s body until it
reach there head, and there makes it way to their eyes, even the fainted
ones are not excused, as much as it horrendously force its way inside, it
still couldn’t compare to what may happen to them afterwards.
But he couldn’t care less, for all he could see is his anger…

‘Quantum Vortex Fluctuates in linear momentum…’

‘The Sun’s light was able to reach Earth in about 8 minutes…’
His breathing becomes more and more heavy…
‘Gather enough kinetic energy and it can re-create it…’
‘Elements can bond in covenantal fusion mechanics…’
C47 answer vigorously, to every question that pops in front of him,
grinding his teeth, not being able to feel any other presence, his
eagerness to finish the test enrages him, he clutches his fist and almost
able to shake the chair, he is madden. And as he does answer every
question flawlessly, he grinned… Almost in the intent of someone wanting
revenge…
‘More… more!’ he shouted.
‘Give me more!’ he continued, he was drowning, with self-pride and
anger, that he forgot the very reason is to why he was there answering
non-stop, in the first place…

‘Se… Sven, Seven!’ someone shouted in a faint voice.

‘Please, help…’ he tried to spoke, it was C46, struggling with his tests,
hoping that C47 would hear him and help, but he couldn’t… he was too
absorbed by his own rage.
Tears ran down C46 face…

‘Failed. dropping in T minus 3 seconds’

‘3…’
‘2…’
‘1…’
And at the very last moment C47 heard something odd that let him lose
from his trance, he wondered what that was, a sound familiar to a door
opening and a faint goodbye was heard right near his left ear…
His grin disappeared, as he realized…

‘C46 failed. 5 remains.’ The pager announced.

C47 looked to his left ever so slowly, C46 is gone…

He shouted, and shouted and shouted… It is almost ironic, to how he is
the smartest, and yet so forgetful, forgetting that his friends are more in
demise. He yearns for another chance, but there are no second chances in
death, for no matter how much tears he shed, this wouldn’t bring back his
friend, his friend that is now on the cold hands of the merciless ocean
floor.
He looked around, C48 and C49 are holding up, but the other two, C45
and C50 are still blank out after bleeding so much from the earlier
accident, that made him realize that the two couldn’t have answered a
single thing, bringing them closer to being the next meal of the doors. He
knows he has to do something, for he couldn’t watch another one falling
down the abyss, at first, he tried to call for them, but out of all his effort,
none would wake up, as busy as he already trying to fill his own work, he
still tries to call every now and then.
‘Wake up! Pleeease!’ he pleaded.
His place was in the middle of the other 5, so it was harder for him, to call
for them, and to see them go down would be the hardest. He shook his
chair vigorously, almost in the form of a wild animal trying escape, so with
all his might he tried, to break his chains, his shackles, he wants to go and
free them manually, forgetting about the test completely, but alas his
body is to weak, to small, to helpless, that all he could do, is watch… And
with the last of his remaining strength in his pit, he shouted once more,
‘Don’t die!’
And as if a miracle, after all his struggle, the two woke up simultaneously,
still disoriented and almost of none consciousness to what was going on,
but to the very least are now awake. C47 smiled as he tried to call for
them again, ‘Answer, answer…’ he instructed, pointing out the implants
in their faces. He was so relieved, even though at the moment of life and
death he found a bit of peace, knowing he did something right. And as he
tried to call again, their luck struck at the very moment he found hope,
the pager turned on…

‘C45 and C50. Failed. Dropping. T minu…’ the pager announced abruptly,
as if the two on the other side was arguing again.
‘What are you doing! They just woke up!’ someone argued.
‘So what? They haven’t answered anything, that’s technically failing.’ the
other one said.
‘That’s because they were incapacitated!’ he argued.
‘We’ve got a hundred more of this to go, and I’m not about to waste my
time.’ the man said back, eager to end the test.
The announcement continued right after.
‘Dropping, T minus 3 seconds.’
‘3…’
C47 is speechless, A hundred? Waste? He is so confused he couldn’t think
anymore.
‘2…’

‘No.’ C47’s lasts words before the two…

‘1…’
As C45 and C50’s hatches open, all he could do is watch, watch his friend
fall without even having a chance to answer, to save themselves, to
survive the test, the test they thought the whole world of, the test they
took upon to finish as a whole, the test they kept ever so importantly,
which was just defiled by someone who was in a hurry… ‘A waste?
Waste?!’ he thought. And then and there he snapped, out of his sanity…

A Physicist and his Secrets 1.2.1-

(Rampage’s Origin)
‘Ah, aha, ahahahaha!’
‘HAHAHAHAHAHA!’ ‘HAHAHAHAHAHA!’ he laughed, maniacally.
As the thread between right and wrong was no longer visible, he couldn’t
care less to what is happening anymore, the test, his friends, his hopes
and his dreams, his smile, their smile, it all began to be meaningless, if all
it took was some guy to push a button to end it all, ‘what was the point of
trying’, he thought, and so he chose to just laugh, laugh his sanity away.
His laughter echoed through out the room, C48 and C49 were caught with
his behaviour, it is something they’ve never seen before, but then again,
they trust him completely, they thought that there must be a reason for it.
And even though the logic was flawed, the two followed his laughter, like
sheep to a flock, they all laughed like lunatics, not a care in the world, not
a single thought to what might happen next, or so it would seem, that
even though all their time was almost up, they continued to follow him, up
to the point that despite the fact that they know it was wrong, they still
trusted him with all their lives.
Tears finally streamed down their faces, as the two looked at C47 still
laughing himself out, they finally realized what was going on, but it was
too late, so they took there final moments not to answer, but instead, say
goodbye…
‘Thank you.’ C48 said.
‘Goodbye.’ C49 said.
Screeches, the doors open, slowly to C47’s eyes, as if the time they fell off
was slow down exponentially, drastically his laughter changes to grim, as
he saw every detail of how his comrades fell off their hatches, looking at
him with griefs in their eyes, but still smiling, he saw how, even in there
final moments, they still trusted him, even though this trust lead them to
their death.
The time finally went back to norm for C47, as the trap doors closed down,
he still couldn’t believe it. It was such a horrendous display watching kids
get tied up on a chair of their death, but this for him is much worse,
having to sit alone in an empty room.
10 more seconds before he himself drop, only 1 more question to answer
and he is safe, but is he really, he thought, as if little by little his sanity
subsides, but the more he catches himself thinking, the more he becomes
enrage, his boil was in the inside, as if a kettle that’s about to burst,
nowhere to escape. The time may be linear and cannot be turn back, but
he’s thoughts are stuck to the moment where his friends fell down.
‘I hate… This…’ he muttered, as he bites down his lips till blood run down
to his chin, he is aggravated.
‘Don’t die. Don’t.’ he continued as he looks left and right, looking straight
through the trap doors of his friends, as if his about to dive down himself.

‘DIE!’
he shouted as he loses his sanity, rocking back and forth, tugging and
pulling his chair to moments that as if it was almost pulled of the ground,
he drools as he shrieks, his veins pops out of his forehead as it creeks…
As his eyes filled with burning red glow, such a mesmerizing sight, and yet
the bloodlust of his stares goes through. Finally, his rage broke him free,
as he raises his hand to escape, his buckles collapse with his sheer
strength, bleeding from the impact but was not enough to faze him.
‘DIE!’ he shouted again, as he broke his head strap with his bear hands,
and then again with his left feet. His rigorous and heart pounding screams
shattered the silence in the chamber, seeming to be endless, he was full
of hate in his body, ‘Die, die, die!’ he screamed and he shouted, such a
simple 3 letter word, but every time he chanted said words, it felt like he
was telling a story, a blood lusted one.
But even though it felt like a devil was let lose, the people who watches
him from the control room was calm, as if it was something that was
intended, as if they’re watching something that was predicted, as they
ended the test and proceeded to say,
‘Subject C47, successful…’
‘Prepare for capture.’

‘Surviving, winning death, but losing the very meaning of what you
reached out for, is it worth it?’ he thought to himself, as he bites down
the last buckles restraining him from where he sits, such a hard-metallic
looking shackle is no much for his rage.
The guards are getting closer, he can hear them coming, so with the last
of his strength, he gathers his will to lift his right foot and kick the last
pieces of the shackle off, at last he his free, and without wasting any time,
he went and kneeled down C46’s trap door, looking at it with such hate,
such fury, he grizzles with agony, not for him, but agony for his lost
friends. Although his faith is still strong to believe that they’re still alive.
‘Don’t die! Don’t die!’ he called, believing that his friends can still hear
him. Again, he screamed to the top of his lungs, like a wild beast
gathering more will to fulfil his wrath, he punches the solid ground to
which the door is located; punch after punch, he drew blood, even using
his own head to ram it so, but the door won’t even budge, it was built like
an armour. Alas, in spite of all his effort, it would seem that he would fail,
till…
‘Stop right now or we will shoot you!’ a man entering the chamber yelled,
it is the guards finally reaching the chamber, each of them carrying
assault rifles, and fully tactical armour, here to restrain their test subject
who apparently was what they were hoping for.
But C47 is unfazed still, his rage blinds him from fear, from death, with a
snarl and a tantalizing look, he posts like a wild beast, still with glowing
red eyes in his current form, ready for an attack. And before even the
guards could react he leaped towards the nearest one, seemed ready to
bite down his life out. The guards were caught off guard, ironically, as
they mesmerize with the sheer speed the boy just presented, after all,
they’re witnessing one of the very first ‘Advanced Evolve Human’ as they
would call it. And as they helplessly watch, they couldn’t had predicted
what happened next, it came as a surprise, as C47 used the guard as a
podium, to leap out of and get leverage to ram the trap door open.
And with all his might, and the last of his strength, he jumped and tackled
the trap door of C46 open, and down he goes straight into the rabbit hole.
‘Sir, how could he… this is metal grade one, managing to ram it down let
alone escaping through his shackles is impossible.’ one of the guards
implemented.
‘He adapted…’ the commander of the guards’ answers.
They were all in awe…
‘Fetch him up! We need him.’ the commander continued.
‘Yes sir.’ answers the rest, as they make their way out the chamber.

He dove down, head first to the hole behind the trap door, it is quite
narrow; it would seem like an endless pit nonetheless, as he traverses
down deeper and deeper. And as he gets half way through, it gets even
darker and darker, to the point that the only thing that could be seen is
his red glowing eyes. Like an abyss, the hole swallowed C47’s presence
away, but he didn’t care, for all he thinks is that, at the very bottom of it
would be his friends waiting for him to rescue them, at that point, that
was all that there is to his mind.
And before he even knew it, he was already outside the Arc…
To his surprise, everything started to feel strange, as he plunges through
a different medium he had never experience before. He waves his right
hand back and forth, as something drag his force a bit slower, seems
bewildered by his surrounding as it’s pitch black, he couldn’t see
anything. So all he could do is rely on his other senses, but in just a brief
moment, he started to feel nauseated, he couldn’t breathe anymore,
heavy pressure began to go in all over his body; as his heart rate becomes
faster and faster, and his breathing gets thinner and thinner, as the shock
of the adrenaline finally escaped him, he realizes, he is at the bottom of
the ocean.
Choking and gasping for air, he panicked, as air escapes his lungs, not to
mention the ice-cold water that felt like knives stabbing him all over his
body, he didn’t know what to do, he felt like dying.
‘This is it…’ he thought.
As the last of his air escapes from his body, the glow in his eyes began to
fade, his heart, no longer beats, as he drifts further down the cold
unforgiving abyss of the ocean floor, there, he lies down. The sweet
release of death, some would say; he felt it, pain, agony, rage, sadness,
and even wrath began to float out of his body as his life force drifts away,
he never felt such a double-sided coin of emotions before, dying felt such
an unforgiving yet soothing experience, ‘bittersweet.’ he thought, as he
finally let go and bring his right hand down…
He was finally ready to give up, as he closes his eyes with contentment
and acceptance, until something unusual happen…
Something colder than the ocean touched the back of his right hand as he
puts it down, to his nature, his curiosity peaked, ‘something colder than
the ocean would be impossible.’ he thought, and like a child, he held it
without a second thought, but it’s not like he could have second thoughts
nonetheless as he was about to die…
As it was pitch black, he could only try to paint a picture in his head, to
what that cold thing is, so, he carefully reaches out to it with his fingers
gently caressing it as he goes further, it is soft. For something so cold, he
would have thought that it would be hard as logic would indicate, he
grabbed it even further as if he got all the time in the world, and as he
gently maps out the thing with his hand, all of a sudden…
It grabbed his hand back...
Chills run down his spine, the precedent shocked him nearer to his death,
it gave him a last moment of jolt, as it’s grasp gets tighter and tighter, but
the thing let go eventually, and then it hit him…
As soon as he got a clearer picture of what he was touching, he began to
examine it more and more vigorously. His heart started to beat again,
harder and harder, exponentially growing in a very unstable rate, it ached,
to the point where, he knew he was alive again, he started to scream, he
started to cry, and his eyes began to hue the colour red yet again…
Blood rushed to his body as he figures it out, he was lying down over
hundreds upon hundreds of dead children’s body…
Left and right he looked, as his eyes illuminated the reality around him,
bodies, nothing but dead children’s bodies are surrounding him, it was
hell, it was more than hell, as he was force to indulge in such sight, he
wishes that he couldn’t see again. And as his attention is gathered back to
his right hand, it began to be much worse, he noticed that he was right,
he was touching a hand, but not just anybody’s hand, it was C46’s cold
dead hand.
Like a broken stereo, it repeated, the anger lusted his body once more,
even more furious than before, nevertheless this gave him the strength he
needed, as he tries to pull out C46’s body out of the pile. He pulled and he
thug, but he is limited to what his body can do, to be able to stay alive is
one thing, but to even have the strength to stand up is another.
‘Don’t die!’ he shouted. As he gives all his strength away for a one last
pull, but to know surprise, his body finally collapsed, and as he was about
to let go, as if by a miracle they began to ascend from the bottom of the
floor, but it wasn’t him who was doing the pulling. Already in the brink of
unconsciousness, but still holding on to C46’s hand, he took a glimpse of
what was going on, he looked near his stomach and a grappler-like metal
is dragging him, and as he looks further up to where it was attached, a
bright light was being emitted, it seems that they were being dragged
back up again inside the Arc…

‘Hey, wake up…’

‘Hey kid, wake up…’
The unconscious body of C47 finally came back to light, he is now inside a
well-lit room, securely tied up in a surgical bed, restrained from any
movements, nevertheless alive, as he miraculously survived the depths of
the ocean. Still disoriented, regardless, is now calm and collected.
‘And the victor!’ she yelled, pointing to C47.
‘Advances… Widely! Into the crowd!’ exclaimed the unknown girl at his
face, as she frantically wallops around the room. She is quite energetic
and has a very different presence as she noticeably waves her pink long
hair around, although the white gown suggests that she’s also a test
subject, she doesn’t have the normal dreaded and machine-like
mannerism the others presented but then again, the fact that she’s not
tied up like C47 is even more baffling.

‘I think I’m going to call you…’

‘Victor, Vance, Walden…’ she proclaimed, as she reaches out for C47’s
left hand.
‘My name’s Emilia, let’s be friends from now on okay?’ she continued to
say, as she smiles in front of her new-found friend, Victor.

Still left with so many unanswered question, Victor is having hard time
trying to process everything that is going on, the fact that he got out of
the hole alive is one thing, and now another information he cannot
process is in his presence, his face portrayed a confound look.
Emilia noticed this, and hastily got near to Victor, jumped, and got on top
of him, her face reeked chaos in a split second.
‘Trying to figure out what is going on?’ she said, with a very threatening
voice.
Victor’s tied up to the bed, like a worm in a hook, like a prey to a predator,
it felt as if he was about to be fed to a monster, the room suddenly felt so
small.
‘Never mind that okay?’ she continued to say with dead eyes, she grabs
Victor’s left hand, he tried to resist, but she is quite forceful, that he
couldn’t even budge.
‘It’ll be our little secret…’ she whispered onto Victor’s left ear, as she
leans even closer, taunting him with vile look.
He couldn’t mutter a single word, and yet Emilia spoke ever so fluently,
the contrast between them is so strong and he noticed this, it was just for
a moment, but Victor finally felt fear again, but a different kind of fear, as
he doesn’t feel alone anymore, he’s afraid and yet gladden. His emotions
were all rambled, as he slowly forgets the fact that he was just at the face
of death before, again he thought to himself, this is bittersweet.
The door opened.
‘Hey, get down from there!’ a man yelled as he enters the room, seemed
to be a scientist of some sort, wearing a typical lab coat, and a head band,
he pulls out a needle and grab Emilia down.
Even though they’ve just met, Victor got worried and tried to get up from
his bed as he saw Emilia getting tugged.
Emilia notices this.
‘No, no, it’s okay Victor, thanks for worrying about me.’ Emilia said, as
she tries to comfort Victor down.
And with that, she took a deep breath, and revert back to her cheerful
self.
‘You don’t have to worry about anything anymore okay? I’ll protect you.’
Emilia said to Victor, as she and the doctor make their way out leaving
him in the room…
A Physicist and his Lies 1.3-
(Earth’s demise)
‘No…’
‘Don’t leave me…’
‘Please…’
Victor mutters in his sleep, as he remembers his unfortunate past…
Sweating uncomfortably, as his face paints a discerning look.
Pod enters the room.
‘Processing.’
‘Processing completed.’
‘Nightmare occurring.’
‘Initiating wake up call.’
A loud buzzing noise emanated.
Pod put the matters in his hand to wake up Victor from his slumber as he
notices the unsettling look and increase heartrate from him. But Pod’s
way to do so is such an orthodox one, it felt like it was torture.
But it did the trick, well at least to a certain someone, as Victor sleeps
through the agitating sound.
But not the same can be said for Faith, as she jumps out of her bed, she
runs into Victor’s room and shouted, ‘Papa wake up! Pod’s killing me!’
And by the voice of his daughter, Victor finally woken up, startled, as he
sits straight up confuse to what is going on, he said, ‘What? What’s the
problem?’ as he wipes the morning glory of his eyes.

‘Directory completed.’
‘Ending wakeup call sequence.’ Pod announced.

‘Finally!’ Faith said, as she drags herself back to her room annoyed,
seeming to want some more sleep.
Victor sighed as he finally gets a grasp to what is going on, he lies back
down to his bed saying, ‘Pod, you derange robot…’

The days seems to run by quickly, as the two engage into another one of
their normal mornings, eating breakfast in a white square room, with
nothing but a white tall box, 2 white chairs, and a white round table,
nothing could be out of place, it seems perfect, even though that the
world outside is at shambles.

‘So, Papa, tell me the reason.’ Faith asks, as the daily earthquakes starts
with its shattering trembles.
‘Reason, for what?’ Victor said.
‘To why it moves every day.’ Faith answered.
‘What moves sweetie?’ Victor asks again, as he squinch his eyes, still a
bit drowsy, seems to be clueless about Faith’s question.
‘You know, the tectonic shifts.’ Faith answers.
Victor took off his glasses and started to rub his eyes, as he began to feel
a lingering sensation in his head, still, he explains to Faith about the shifts
and the plates and to why they move, when suddenly Faith interrupted
him and says,

‘Oh sorry, you already said that yesterday…’

Victor is taken aback with this answer, as he drops his spoon back to the
bowl, baffled to Faith’s words, ‘Yesterday?’ he said, as he denies in his
head such an occurrence happening without him being able to remember,
his head started to feel heavy.

‘Did you forget again…’

A knock on the door occurred, diverging the conversation. Still clueless,

Victor heads out the corridor to fetch and open the door.
‘Hey Victor!’ the visitor shouted, it is Emilia.
‘Another one’, he thought, another surprise for his day, as Emilia rush’s
inside the corridor, seems to be in a hurry to get inside.
‘Emilia, what are you doing here?’ he asks.
But Emilia couldn’t answer, as she already disappeared into one of the
rooms.
And all of a sudden, Victor leaned on the corridors wall, as his head felt
heavier, his sight became a bit crooked and his heartbeat began to fall
low.
He began to walk into the corridor, slowly, as he wonders about to what is
happening to him, he never felt like this before, it is a first, for him. As he
tries to find his way to Faith, seems to be concern about her, even though
his the one who’s about to fall down in any given moment.
He finally kneels down, unable to move anymore, his sight became even
blurrier.
He calls out, ‘Faith…’

As he closes his eyes, and lie on the floor, he heard a room’s door open,
and someone came out rushing to get close to him, as this person grabs
his head and put it atop of something soft, he could tell it’s someone’s
legs pressing underneath his head, but he couldn’t quite tell who it was,
and at the final moments of his consciousness, all that he could hear are
the words,

‘I’m sorry…’

And his lights went out…