Here's chapter 2, I hope you enjoy.
Once we got into the core, we exited the metal rocket and walked towards the huge factory on the corner of Wellington and Melrose. I sighed as we entered through the huge metal sliding doors. The factory smells like tears, sweat and depression, and man, it's a terrible combination. Andre and I walk into the locker room, and yes, I have to change with the boys since I'm the only girl working at the factory. But usually I change in the bathroom, only if there are other guys around ogling at me.
"Shit, I forgot my work shirt." Andre hisses, slamming his locker shut in frustration. I give him a smile before I reach into the back of my locker and pull out an extra large shirt. I throw it at him and he gives a slight laugh.
"You're the best, Tor." He says before taking off his black t-shirt and putting on the standard grey one. I would say he has a nice body, but, you know… I'm gay. I smile to myself before yanking off my white v-neck leaving me only in a black lacey bra. I throw it into the depths of my locker and I catch Andre glancing at me.
"Stop staring, boy, I'm taken." I smirk as I flash my wedding ring towards him. He sighs dramatically before putting his work boots on. Just as we're about to leave the large locker room and the rest of the boys come out of the showers, our boss, Robbie comes in.
"Good morning gentlemen." He booms, I still don't understand how he has such a deep voice, he's just a scrawny nerd. Andre gives him a gesture and, looking my direction he clears his throat. "And Tori."
I sigh before he pulls out his clipboard.
"Alright, we're working extra shifts today so if-"
He didn't get to finish because the amount of groans and curse words filled the room. "Take your complaints to Chancellor Cohagon, not me. Now, get to work."
I don't think I've sighed more in my entire life, I seriously hate this job, but I don't have a choice, I have to support my wife and I. Andre and I are always the last two people out of the locker room, which is okay with me. We walk past a Recall flashing sign and I stop him in the lobby.
"Have you ever thought about it?" I ask him dreamily; he just scoffs and leans against the wall of the now almost empty lobby.
"Recall? No way, girl. You remember that guy from section 4?" I nod slowly as he continues. "Well, he went to recall and he never came back, he lived in his own fantasy for the rest of his life." He says with a light shrug. I sigh lightly and purse my lips but decide to stay silent. I've always wondered about recall. You know, being able to be strapped to a chair and then being put in a dream world for a few hours, being able to be or do anything you want. "It messes with your mind Tor, I'd stay away if I were you." I nod and walk towards section five, where I work building the synthetics.
Everyone has their own station; it's sort of like an assembly line. The partly built robots come down into a glass in closer and you assemble the rest of the parts. I get to my station, look over and find a nice looking girl with brown and blonde hair trying to assemble the power pack on the chest plate.
"Whoa! You might not want to do that." I say urgently, before she gets hurt. She turns to me and gives me a confused look; I grab my power shock drill and show her how to hold the power pack to the chest plate.
"Hold it up higher; if you don't one of those LED bulbs will shoot through your hand."
"No shit." She says dismissively. I hold my hand up to her and show her a healing circle scar; she gasps slightly and then gives an apologetic smile.
"Yeah, no shit." I smirk, turning back to my work.
"I'm Trina by the way; I just started today if you couldn't tell."
"Oh, well… that's good. Enjoy yourself." I say sarcastically, putting the last power pack on. I glance over to see that she's pulled a card put of her pocket and hands it in my direction. I eye her suspiciously but take the card and notice it says "Recall" on it. "You know, what your friend said was wrong."
"About Recall?" I question, putting the small white card in my pants pocket.
"Yeah, I've done it. Best damn memories I'll ever have." She says with a light laugh as I nod. "Better than this shit." She finishes with a smirk.
"Well, I think I'll give it a try."
"Good. When you go, ask for Lane, he'll get you off to a good start." She says before the bell rings, signaling for break.
I really shouldn't go, but I think I will. Carmen and Andre have told me multiple times to stay away from that place, and of course, I always listened. But I think it's time to do something that I want, I am my own person after all.
I guess it would be fair to say I'm a little nervous, but not over the edge. I keep thinking about what fantasy I want to live; if I want to be rich and famous, have a huge house and have a pet dragon. Maybe I want to do something rebellious, like join the rebellion, or work for Cohagon and the rebellion at once. Before I know it, the work day is over and I'm already on my way to the bar, since Andre told me to meet him there.
I walk into the dark bar and sit at the island; He's already there, drinking the last of a tall beer.
"Never thought you'd make it." He says, his words slurred slightly. I shrug and get Murray's attention.
"Same for me thanks." I say politely as he loads up my tall glass. He hands it to me and I take a long satisfy drinking. "So, how's work?"
"Ha. Just as much bullshit as it was yesterday." He laughs lightly. I take another drink and nod knowingly.
"I get you. I mean, we work at a shitty job, for shitty pay, we come to this shitty bar with this shitty beer." I look up and smile apologetically at Murray. "No offense to you, though." He just shakes his head and laughs quietly, walking the length of the island.
I notice the time and it reads 12:47 am, which means the bar will be closing in 13 minutes. I finish my beer and pay for it, leaving a small tip. Andre and I walk outside in the cold rain; I sigh and put my hood up for under my leather jacket. I start walking home, but Andre calls after me.
"You better get your shit together Tori Jorgenson." He says, swaying slightly as his words are even more slurred than before.
"I think you had a bit too much to drink there, buddy." I say with a half smile, he looks ashamed but then smiles.
"Yeah, you're right. But I'm serious, go home!" He all but yells. "You hear me?"
"I think everyone heard you, Dre." I say with a smile, shaking my head before walking home. I reach into my pocket to pull out my phone, but retrieve the card instead. Hmm, should I really go? I sigh, put the card back in my pocket and begin walking downtown.
Downtown isn't like most in other colonies. It's dark, but filled with yellow and red holographic signs reading 'Strip club' or 'Tattoo parlor' I keep walking until I bump into a young, beautiful Japanese woman who's wearing a red plastic robe.
"You look lost." She says with a fake pout before pulling off her robe, revealing, not two, but three large breasts. "I'm sure I can help you find something." She says with a sexy smirk. I swallow and turn my attention to her face.
"I… um…"
"Trust me baby, you're going to wish you had three hands." She whispers huskily, to which at that point I let out a small chuckle.
"I'm looking for Recall, actually." I say, looking around. She pulls her robe back on and points to a large staircase which looks to lead up to a Japanese looking palace.
"Stairway to heaven." She smiles before walking off.
Just as I suspect, it's dark in here too, but there are many rooms with lanterns in them. I walk up to the front desk and am greeted by a lady in a decretive robe.
"Hello." She smiles warmly, to which I return and hand her the card.
"My uh, friend Trina said that I should see Lane." I say, glancing down the long hallway. She looks at the card and then smiles.
"Down the hall, last door on the left." I thank her before walking down the dim hallway. I get to a large set of wooden yet elegant sliding doors with a finger print locking mechanism on it. I press my thumb to the thumb pad, it lights up green and the doors open. The room is dim, just like everything else. But it has a standing lantern, a chair with a head rest, wires that are glowing electric blue and a bunch of people standing around it. I guess to shorten that up, the room was futuristic with a Japanese feel.
A guy with shaved dark hair, a suit, tie and a warm yet smug smile walks up to me and shakes my hand.
"So you're a friend of Trina's?" He asks, leaning against one of the dark wood beams. I nod and stuff my hands in my pockets.
"Yeah, we uh, work together." I say with a small smile, he nods and leads me over to the metal chair.
"Sit, sit, and make yourself comfortable." I obey as he walks over to this large drawer and pulls out some metal syringes, gold if I may add, and sets them on the metal table. The assistant girl starts hooking up an IV to my arm and those sticky things to my head. I lean back into the padded head rest and let out a sigh.
"Tell me your fantasy and we'll make it come true." He says again with the smug smile. I think that maybe I should do something that I've always wanted to be… you know, something I could never be.
"I… how about secret agent?" I ask as he smiles and nods. He goes over to the holograph tables with words on it and types it in. The lady puts the secret agent serum into the IV and starts to pump it in slowly.
"Now, you do know that you can't choose anything you already are. For instance, a guy came in; he wanted a mistress fantasy, except he already had a mistress, so his brain literally exploded. Well, not really, but it overloaded his memory." He says with a shrug.
"I'm not a secret agent." I say with a light laugh.
"I believe you, but I'll have to do a polygraph just in case." I nod as he pulls out, on the holograph shelves, a polygraph machine. He starts pressing buttons as the lady injects another final serum into the IV; just as she was about to start it, Lane panics.
"Shit…" He hisses. "Unplug her now!" He yells as the lady does what she's told. He pulls a gun out and points it at me.
"You're a spy, god dammit." He says with rage as the gun shakes in his hands. "Tell me why you're here!" Just as I was about to speak, about 10 men in armed white padded suit entered the room, guns firing at the other people. Once they're all dead, the turn to me.
"Get up." One of them says. I'm literally shaking with fear as I slowly get up out of the metal chair.
"Hands over your head, turn around." I do as I'm told slowly; I now face the wall, taking a deep breath.
"I-I'm a nobody, I swear." I manage to get out. Just as I feel his hands take mine to put me in handcuffs, I turn around and kick him hard in the chest, sending him flying. I grab another by the arm and turn him so his back's pressed against my front. Taking his gun, I shoot at all the others, using him as my guard. I finally get about 4 down when I twist the guys arm back and shoot him in the chest. I fly kick another guy in the chest and step on his neck. I shoot the rest of them, flipping the last one so he lands on his spine, breaking it on impact. I'm shaking harder now as I drop the gun and run to the sliding doors. I close them and slide down them, pulling my knees to my chest.
"H-how…" I manage to whisper to myself, looking over the ten dead men lying on the ground.
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