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Only own Meyla and that's it!
Meyla pressed the button on the food machine, it hummed and her dinner was served. She spooned a mouthful of Nattoi, a common dish made up from pasta and a species of vegables grown on the moon. She sighed heavily; she picked up a bunch of clothes and found an old shoebox. She smiled remembering it was her father's. She picked it up; she hasn't seen its contents for along time, smiling at the remembrance of the letters and clippings inside and how she admired her reflection on the round mirror. Her smile faltered, as a child she didn't know what the object was, she had a strange feeling she knew now, ripping of the lid, she felt her stomach flip. She picked the object up. She was holding a DVD! She gasped, knowing that if she was found with it, she'll be killed. She quickly hid it and sat herself down a plan running through her mind.
She knocked on the door, it opened and an old man stared out. He smiled and let her in. Steve, a man from the 20th century, he has knowledge on how 20th century gadgets worked. She knew him through her parents before they died and regarded him as a close friend. She stepped inside the dark room, cluttered with objects. She turned and held up the disk. Steve looked at it and gasped. "You found it! It was your fathers!"
"Don't you know, this can have me killed?" She panicked, dropping it into his outstretched hands. He mumbled to himself and scattered off into a corner and brought out a black box.
"God! Where did you get that from?! That will sign your death warrant for sure!" She watched him hook it up to the screen, it hummed and a disk tray opened.
"This is a Daewoo DVD player, I found it whilst I was excavating under the floors. The city of New York lies under us, still intact!"
Steve placed the DVD into the player, Meyla never seen one work before, she watched with curiosity as the screen flickered and music greeted her ears. She saw an image on screen, and then a logo appeared.
"Oh My God! Can't be…" Meyla read the name, World Wrestling federation.
"Your father was a wrestling fan back in the late 20th, early 21st century. This is when the world was a free place. What the WWFE would give for this!" Steve whistled and watched the DVD. Meyla watched some men wrestle, she couldn't believe the game she watched today was different back then, the fights had little blood and no one died. She stared as the screen flickered, revealing a man staring back at her. His eyes bored into her as his lips smiled into a sarcastic smile. "The Executioner!" She gasped. She never seen him smile, he looked younger, the tattoo on his right arm and a microphone in his left hand. He yelled, talking to the camera. Meyla smiled, he was good at causing a reaction from the people as they cheered him. "If ya smellllllll what The Rock…is cookin!" He raised his eyebrow and walked off screen. Meyla couldn't believe she watched him, he never spoke like that to the viewers. A thought stuck her, "How old is he?"
"I'll find out…" Steve hooked up onto the computer, another illegal gadget. "This is called the internet, it holds information about anything, anyplace we should be able to find something…" Steve clattered the ancient keys, he picked out a site and watched it down load. Meyla read it, taking in the information with disbelief. "he was born in 1972… that makes him 50! That can't be! He looks way younger…"
"Meyla, what I'm to tell you, you must keep a secret, this I found when surfing the net…Before the great expansion, when the corporations rose in power, there was reports of experiments on age preserving drugs. Tracing these sources, I found they run back to the WWFE, they must have funded the research so they can preserve their corporation and their top wrestlers, ensuring that they have a firm hold on power. Vince Macmahon before he was killed, used some of his employees as test subjects, Rock is listed as one of them. Age is just a number when his body shows no signs of aging…" Steve looked at Meyla. "So you're telling me they're immortal?" she looked at him. He nodded, "Ensuring that the WWFE will forever have power."
"So Dwayne, who is today known as The Executioner, is a test subject…" Meyla shuddered.
The buzzer roused Meyla from her work. Not that she was working. She couldn't think, the information she has learn could destroy both her and the WWFE. She walked up to the changing rooms; she felt her heart hammering in her chest. She walked towards her locker, no signs of the Executioner. She opened her locker and caught him in her mirror. He stood with his back turned, he pulled off his t-shirt and opened his locker. Meyla walked up to him and said "Hello…Dwayne."
He turned and looked at her, fear in his eyes. "How did you know my real name?"
He whispered.
"I found out some things about you…" she said. He stared down at her, and signed. "What do you know?" He whispered.
"I know that you are known as The Rock, wrestled in the late 20th century and was subject to tests…" she whispered back.
"Jesus! Where did you learn this?" He grabbed her arm, she stared into his eyes and realised he was afraid.
"From my source…this'll end the WWFE if anyone ever finds out…" She muttered.
"I know…I'm going to have to kill you…" he spat.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, I have copies made of a DVD which contains enough information to destroy the WWFE and you with it. If you kill me, then these DVDs will be released…think about it…"
"Right, you're coming with me!" He grabbed her arm and pulled her with him. He pulled her into a small room and closed the door.
"Now you know this, what will you intend to do? Hmmm?" He asked. She lifted her face and said, "I'll put an end to this world, to be free…"
"And what do you know of this 'free' world?" he crossed his arms.
"It's a place where there are no strict rules, no deaths sentences that are aired to the millions, where we can live under our own rules." She sighed and said, "You can either help me in this or I'll send you down…your choice…"
He looked at her and thought it over. "I'll need more convincing that you'll not betray me anyway…"
"That can be arranged…" she started, a shrill alarm interrupted her. Battle stations. He looked at her and yanked open the door, they raced back like many, quickly got changed and put on their battle dress. Meyla looked at his General badge, she went to join her regiment when Rock grabbed her and pulled her with him. "You're staying close to me…" he pulled her to the armoury where they received their weapons and marched into the great hall.
"Soldiers, we have trouble in the streets, a rebellion has arisen over a stash of DVDs that have been found in section NY7B, they are armed with weapons. Generals, carry out battle code 2, you will leave in teams…good luck!" The voice said over the tannoy. Meyla cocked her gun armed with rebel bullets, which paralyses the victim when they are hit. She looked over at Rock and said, "That was my source, if anyone gets there before us, we'll be damned…"
"Ok...we'll go there…" he nodded and pulled off his rank badge to avoid being spotted. They ran onto the shuttle that zoomed under the streets on the city. They arrived and quickly slipped away from the army as they charged into the rebels. They climbed over fallen buildings, avoiding missiles and falling objects. Meyla lead him underground and saw that she was correct. Steven's apartment have been entered, everything was smashed up and destroyed.
Only own Meyla and that's it!
Meyla pressed the button on the food machine, it hummed and her dinner was served. She spooned a mouthful of Nattoi, a common dish made up from pasta and a species of vegables grown on the moon. She sighed heavily; she picked up a bunch of clothes and found an old shoebox. She smiled remembering it was her father's. She picked it up; she hasn't seen its contents for along time, smiling at the remembrance of the letters and clippings inside and how she admired her reflection on the round mirror. Her smile faltered, as a child she didn't know what the object was, she had a strange feeling she knew now, ripping of the lid, she felt her stomach flip. She picked the object up. She was holding a DVD! She gasped, knowing that if she was found with it, she'll be killed. She quickly hid it and sat herself down a plan running through her mind.
She knocked on the door, it opened and an old man stared out. He smiled and let her in. Steve, a man from the 20th century, he has knowledge on how 20th century gadgets worked. She knew him through her parents before they died and regarded him as a close friend. She stepped inside the dark room, cluttered with objects. She turned and held up the disk. Steve looked at it and gasped. "You found it! It was your fathers!"
"Don't you know, this can have me killed?" She panicked, dropping it into his outstretched hands. He mumbled to himself and scattered off into a corner and brought out a black box.
"God! Where did you get that from?! That will sign your death warrant for sure!" She watched him hook it up to the screen, it hummed and a disk tray opened.
"This is a Daewoo DVD player, I found it whilst I was excavating under the floors. The city of New York lies under us, still intact!"
Steve placed the DVD into the player, Meyla never seen one work before, she watched with curiosity as the screen flickered and music greeted her ears. She saw an image on screen, and then a logo appeared.
"Oh My God! Can't be…" Meyla read the name, World Wrestling federation.
"Your father was a wrestling fan back in the late 20th, early 21st century. This is when the world was a free place. What the WWFE would give for this!" Steve whistled and watched the DVD. Meyla watched some men wrestle, she couldn't believe the game she watched today was different back then, the fights had little blood and no one died. She stared as the screen flickered, revealing a man staring back at her. His eyes bored into her as his lips smiled into a sarcastic smile. "The Executioner!" She gasped. She never seen him smile, he looked younger, the tattoo on his right arm and a microphone in his left hand. He yelled, talking to the camera. Meyla smiled, he was good at causing a reaction from the people as they cheered him. "If ya smellllllll what The Rock…is cookin!" He raised his eyebrow and walked off screen. Meyla couldn't believe she watched him, he never spoke like that to the viewers. A thought stuck her, "How old is he?"
"I'll find out…" Steve hooked up onto the computer, another illegal gadget. "This is called the internet, it holds information about anything, anyplace we should be able to find something…" Steve clattered the ancient keys, he picked out a site and watched it down load. Meyla read it, taking in the information with disbelief. "he was born in 1972… that makes him 50! That can't be! He looks way younger…"
"Meyla, what I'm to tell you, you must keep a secret, this I found when surfing the net…Before the great expansion, when the corporations rose in power, there was reports of experiments on age preserving drugs. Tracing these sources, I found they run back to the WWFE, they must have funded the research so they can preserve their corporation and their top wrestlers, ensuring that they have a firm hold on power. Vince Macmahon before he was killed, used some of his employees as test subjects, Rock is listed as one of them. Age is just a number when his body shows no signs of aging…" Steve looked at Meyla. "So you're telling me they're immortal?" she looked at him. He nodded, "Ensuring that the WWFE will forever have power."
"So Dwayne, who is today known as The Executioner, is a test subject…" Meyla shuddered.
The buzzer roused Meyla from her work. Not that she was working. She couldn't think, the information she has learn could destroy both her and the WWFE. She walked up to the changing rooms; she felt her heart hammering in her chest. She walked towards her locker, no signs of the Executioner. She opened her locker and caught him in her mirror. He stood with his back turned, he pulled off his t-shirt and opened his locker. Meyla walked up to him and said "Hello…Dwayne."
He turned and looked at her, fear in his eyes. "How did you know my real name?"
He whispered.
"I found out some things about you…" she said. He stared down at her, and signed. "What do you know?" He whispered.
"I know that you are known as The Rock, wrestled in the late 20th century and was subject to tests…" she whispered back.
"Jesus! Where did you learn this?" He grabbed her arm, she stared into his eyes and realised he was afraid.
"From my source…this'll end the WWFE if anyone ever finds out…" She muttered.
"I know…I'm going to have to kill you…" he spat.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, I have copies made of a DVD which contains enough information to destroy the WWFE and you with it. If you kill me, then these DVDs will be released…think about it…"
"Right, you're coming with me!" He grabbed her arm and pulled her with him. He pulled her into a small room and closed the door.
"Now you know this, what will you intend to do? Hmmm?" He asked. She lifted her face and said, "I'll put an end to this world, to be free…"
"And what do you know of this 'free' world?" he crossed his arms.
"It's a place where there are no strict rules, no deaths sentences that are aired to the millions, where we can live under our own rules." She sighed and said, "You can either help me in this or I'll send you down…your choice…"
He looked at her and thought it over. "I'll need more convincing that you'll not betray me anyway…"
"That can be arranged…" she started, a shrill alarm interrupted her. Battle stations. He looked at her and yanked open the door, they raced back like many, quickly got changed and put on their battle dress. Meyla looked at his General badge, she went to join her regiment when Rock grabbed her and pulled her with him. "You're staying close to me…" he pulled her to the armoury where they received their weapons and marched into the great hall.
"Soldiers, we have trouble in the streets, a rebellion has arisen over a stash of DVDs that have been found in section NY7B, they are armed with weapons. Generals, carry out battle code 2, you will leave in teams…good luck!" The voice said over the tannoy. Meyla cocked her gun armed with rebel bullets, which paralyses the victim when they are hit. She looked over at Rock and said, "That was my source, if anyone gets there before us, we'll be damned…"
"Ok...we'll go there…" he nodded and pulled off his rank badge to avoid being spotted. They ran onto the shuttle that zoomed under the streets on the city. They arrived and quickly slipped away from the army as they charged into the rebels. They climbed over fallen buildings, avoiding missiles and falling objects. Meyla lead him underground and saw that she was correct. Steven's apartment have been entered, everything was smashed up and destroyed.