Chapter Twenty Five
As Shadow and Mario discussed with rotor, Toad was left to fuss about his computer writing fanfiction about twilight. He had just written the last chapter, and decided to publish his fanfiction as a book, "I need a new name for Edward... and Bellah." he thought "Wait I know! Muslim Blue, for Edward, Elsa Tin for Bellah!" hepublished his book, and received a single tomato for his difficult work. Anyway... Peter Jackson stood at the back of the group, not yet noticed. He heard Antione returning from his security check, and snuck away into a sloping hall into a secret back room, via a swinging cloth drape.
Peter stumbled down the window/winding tunnel falling forward, Stanli was not used to being fat, and being a new person it was hard to get used to. He reached the corridors end, where he found a titanium door with high tech electrical locks. Luckily, the freedom fighters had incorporated Peter Jackson's fingerprints into all of there archives years ago when Knothole Undground was first built. He scanned his finger on the electric padlock, and entered the room. There, in the center of the round chamber, stood upright a containment stasis pod. Inside, through the blue light and mist, was the unmistakable face of a lynx. Most of her body was composed of old world robotic parts, but mildly updated with some better functionality. Clearly she had not been worked on in years. Pipes were broken in certain places, and dust covered the whole room, even the blue light emitting from inside the pod was dimming. "Wow, she must be working terribly..." Peter commented, lifting his foot, noticing spilled stasis containment fluid on his bare foot. He shook often and became cold. Through the glass of the containment pod, for even a moment, he could feel eyes watching him, a cold fading stare. "Wait.." he said, stepping towards the pod, "It's not a robot. She's a cybrog." On the pods base, dusty, but noticeable was a name panel. Peter stepped forward and brushed it clean. He read aloud the name of the figure before him, and looked into her waking eyes. "N.I.K.O.L"
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"As you said... a lot too discuss." Pope Francis came out from behind his dressing-shield, and sat at his desk in a luxurious tutu made of floss. "The Peace World Treaty has been broken. On four accounts in the nebula crater, amidst the sea of lost googo's on the lunar surface of mars lefthand moon." Samwise looked at the Pope, whom nodded. "Ueah, but aside from that, this letter contains cool stuff." Sam laughed, "Yeah, jus thought i'd mention it. We should turn our attention back to the paper..." the francis continued reading. "No... Orlando? When did he escape?!" Sam nodded, profoundly remembering when he first wrote the letter. "Monday, fifteen injured during his breakout." The Pope shed an honest tear. "Oh what acne... where is he now?" Sam reached into his pocket, bringing out the small Orlando Bloom, tied up with twine.
"Hes. Right. Here."