So, this is my first fanfiction, so I really hope this isn't horrible.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. They belong solely to Ridley Pearson. And I don't own 1984 by George Orwell, which gets talked about in this chapter.

Chapter 1

Wayne Kresky walked down the hallway, thinking about the fight that had gone on in the meeting for Project DHI. There was a huge problem with the fact that the program could be taken on by foreign governments, potentially using them n the armies. After, nothing like a hologram had ever properly worked before. Sure, there were rumours, but still, they were rumours.

And there was the side effect to the kids. Only the senior staff on the project, the Imagineers Wayne trusted the most. It was a threat to dangerous to have everyone on the team to know, and with more people knowing, there was a higher probability that there would be a leak, and then no kid would audition for the role, and then Disney would be in huge trouble.

However, even with all the downsides, the Disney Host Interactive, also known as the Daylight Holographic Imaging, would help save Disney. The villains that Walt had created had grown stronger, and the team in California at Disneyland could no longer manage them on their own. Disney would need its own strike force, but have it not be suspicious to the guests. After all, the guests always figured things out. All it takes is one conspiracy theory, and then...bam! The whole world knows.

The old man rubbed his hand through his shock white, curly hair as he walked down the long hallway. More plans had to be made. More plans before they could move to Variable C.

Amanda Lockhart looked outside of her fogged up window. It was winter, and the all around Barracks 14 there were piles of snow.

"Still thinking of running away?" Jezebel "Jez" whispered into her ear. She couldn't dare herself to speak louder. The rumour was that the guards had cameras and microphones in every room except the bathroom, and that was because there was no possible way to get out of that room except through a titanium and steel air-vent that was melded onto the ceiling.

Amanda didn't answer, for the fear of being caught. There were tales that got sent at night, when all the lights were out that went from kid to kid about the things that went on behind some of the locked doors. It was like one of teh pieces of literature the scientists gave some of the older kids. George Orwell's 1984 was a book that perhaps related a bit too much to what was going on here at Barracks 14.

Fingering the rough material of her military grade cot, Amanda asked Jez, "Do you ever think about life before you got here? I mean, I know we're not supposed to think about it, but sometimes I can't help myself."

Jez looked down at her lap. "I honestly try not to think about it." And she did not elaborate.

Both girls looked out the window at the falling snow.

So, that is the end of chapter 1. Sorry if it is not that good and I'm sorry that it is short.

I'll try to update at least once a week, probably over the weekend come September, when school starts back up for me.

Signing off,

ReadingandFangirling

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