-The Dream-
The cyro-tube opened with a hiss. The figure inside began to stir, moving out of it slowly. It stopped at the pedestal facing the tube. Strange, he remembered something being there before he took an ice-nap. A hologram, blue in color. Where was it? The pedestal itself was unlit. This was also strange, wasn't it blue too? Like the hologram? He ignored this and instead removed a small chip from the stand. He analyzed the surface of it. The chip was wrong also. Thinking back, he recalled the chip having a bright blue glow. The one he held in his hand had a soft, menacing red color. Warily, he slipped the chip into the slot on the back of his helmet. At first, nothing happened. Then, out of nowhere, a loud piercing screetch rang through the helmet's COM speakers. A sharp pain cascaded through his body, dropping him to the ground. He fumbled his fingers around the around the slot, removing the chip, and slinging it across the floor. He kneeled on the ground, panting as the pain subsided, but the noise created a ringing in his ears. Using the pedestal, he brought himself to a standing position as the dark reality set in. That hologram that used to stand on that pedestal, that AI, his friend and companion, wasn't in the chip. She was...gone. The sudden feeling of loneliness hit him like a ton of bricks. He already missed her.
A sudden warm feeling formed on his cheek, slowing dropping to his bottom of his visor. It felt so foreign, actually tearing up to these feelings. She meant that much...
He missed her voice the most though. That smooth, sharp, beautiful voice. Whether it was insulting him, or reassuring him, or even flirting with him, he loved her voice. Just to hear it one last time, what he would give...
"John?"
He could still hear it, clear as day.
"John, wake up."
Maybe a little too clear.
"CHIEF."
"...huh?"
[FRI: WEEK 1: DAY 1 (DAWN)]
To be continued...