Roll X by Ridelle
Prologue: Resurrection
Even in her somewhat comatose state her senses were still active, feeding her information gathered about the place she lay in. From the information gathered, she knew that there were two others in the room with her and they were standing directly over her. She smelled the scent of a young female mixed with the smell of many other things. Sweat, steel, leather, jeans, oil, copper and rubber were all mixed in with the scent of the girl, making her nose tingle slightly. The girl probably worked around plenty of machinery. The other bore the scent of a boy in his mid-teens—freshly showered—with a light scent of deodorant floating off his body mixed in with the sweet aroma of bubblegum. In her still state she could hear the sound of tools hitting the surface of a steel table and the sound of hands being pulled from the insides of a pair of rubber gloves.
Voices followed afterwards. The girl was the first to speak.
"…Well, that's about all I can really do at the moment," she said with a low exhale afterwards. "Never seen anything like this before."
After a round of chewing on the stick of gum in his mouth, the boy spoke as well.
"Where'd you find her?" he asked the girl.
"Some kids found her in the cave up north. I had some guys from the village help me bring her back here."
"You think she's still operational? Don't look like it," he asked, chewing once again.
"The system says that she is operational right now, just not fully. Possibly some kind of standby mode," the girl replied. "She's asleep, basically. And from the looks of it, she's been that way for quite some time."
"Great… So how are we supposed to wake her up? Find Prince Charming or something to kiss her and wake her up?"
"No," the girl retorted, laughing. "I'll just flood her central systems with a bit of juice and see what happens." There was a light click then a few beeps followed by a hollow clang. "Well, here goes."
The sleeping girl felt a warmth grow within her body as her still body suddenly jerked, causing every single muscle in her body to tighten up simultaneously. She could feel the energy coursing through every iota of her internal systems, powering them up one after the other. Her brain, which was dormant up to that point, began to function once again, collecting the thousands of information signals coming from various parts of her body. The energy insertion lasted for thirty complete seconds then slowly came to a stop as the girl shut off the machine the same way she started it up. There was plenty of hot steam rising from the sleeping girl's body following the machine's deactivation; the pair stood clear of it to avoid incurring any burns.
"Think that did it?" the boy asked.
"Let's see," the girl replied, "according to the computer, her systems are now running at their full capacity. She should be awake now."
The fingers of the sleeping girl moved as the steam dissipated from the room, forming a tight fist then easing back out. The two in the room moved closer as the girl's entire arm moved, pushing her upper body upwards until she sat upright with her hands at the sides to maintain her balance. They stopped directly in front of her, looking at her slightly pale face. Her lips and eyes were still and closed, but she was breathing, showing that she was at least 'alive' somewhat. The girl leaned forwards towards her, her face stopping just inches away from hers.
"Can you hear me?" the teenage girl asked, moving a few strands of her hair out of the way. "If you can, please try open your eyes."
After a few seconds, the freshly woken girl's eyes began to move behind closed lids. She closed her eyes tightly together before slowly opening them, allowing the light to flood inside. Her vision was limited to colored waves at the beginning. The waves slowly began to morph and take form, allowing her a perfect view of the young girl leaning over in front of her face. She blinked suddenly and the young girl was startled, jumping back into a standing position. They two took a few steps back as the girl looked at the floor in front of her, letting her body slide down of the table until she found herself standing. They got a chance to look her over completely. She stood at a height of around five feet and four inches and her pale-skinned body was wrapped in a torn and burned white frock. Her emerald eyes surveyed the surroundings as they surveyed her. Long, golden-blonde hair fell from her head until it stopped at her mid-thighs, front and back. They were cables stuck into four holes on her back and on her arms, linking her to the large computer system in a corner of the room. She didn't seem to mind them at all, looking around the room entirely before stopping and looking at the two in front of her.
The girl looked about sixteen, five feet seven and her lightly-tanned arms and face were covered in thick machine oil. The same oil stained her jeans and her white blouse. Her green eyes stared back relentlessly as her oil-stained, faded-blonde hair blew to the right. The boy stood next to her at a height of five feet and four inches. His jaws were in constant movement as he chewed on the gum in his mouth with one of his eyebrows high in the air. A pair of green eyes looked out from behind the lenses of his glasses. He had a head of spiky hair that matched the girl's next to his perfectly. He had on a white lab coat over a pair of blue jeans and a white vest. He looked intelligent on the outside, like a scientist of sorts. The girl next to him stepped forward with her hand on her chest and a friendly smile on her face.
"Um… Uh… hello there. I see you have finally woken up," she said. "Can you speak?"
The girl stood silent for a second then replied in a soft voice that was a bit emotionless.
"Yes. I can speak."
The boy quit his chewing.
"Ah, progress. Excellent." He stepped forward, looking her up and down. "You are certainly a fine creation. My name is Wayd and this girl here is my older sister, Wrench. How do you feel?"
She rested her right hand on the side of her head, closing her eyes.
"There is something wrong with my memory database. I can't seem to access certain dated information. My systems are telling me that the data isn't lost, but broken, and scattered across various parts of my brain," she replied, shaking her head. "I can't seem to reassemble the broken data myself."
"That's quite a problem, but I think I know someone that can help you with a bug of that nature. Can you at least remember the name your creator gave to you?" Wrench asked.
She closed her eyes as if she was thinking and then opened them again, looking down at him.
"Yes, I can," she replied. "My name… is Roll."