Hi there, everyone! Here goes with another chapter! Oh, and I'm going to
start referring to Lina as Silvertree or Silver, now that she's out of the
Matrix.
'yada yada yada.' is what Silver's mind says to her at random intervals.
Disclaimer: I call upon Saint Dogbert, patron saint of technology, to banish the demons of stupidity which surely have possessed the brain of anyone who can't figure out that I don't own any of this besides the characters and the phrase 'spoon-bug.' I don't even own Saint Dogbert- Scott Adams does. *sulks*
Project Athena: Chapter VI- Under Construction
Silver was moving down the pipe at disturbingly high speed.
'.dammit.help.oh no.no.ungood.plusungood.aghh!.'
She shot out of the pipe and splashed into a lake of filthy water. She flailed around, trying to tread water, but she was too weak, as she soon realized. Her head kept going under, and she was swallowing far too much water.
'.damn.this is great.all that stuff, only to be flushed into a lake to die.I wish there was something to hold on to.something floaty.hey, why not float?.'
With effort, she took a deep breath and lay back in the water, gasping for air. When she was convinced she wasn't drowning anymore, she took a look at her surroundings. She seemed to be in a cave of sorts, or a really big sewer pipe.
'.a really, really big sewer pipe.'
her mind amended as her eyes adjusted a bit and she saw how huge it really was. She was starting to feel positively frozen when a sudden patch of light, accompanied by a grating screech appeared above her and a little to the left.
'.what the.'
A robotic claw dropped through the patch of light and swayed for a moment before plucking her rather indelicately from the water.
'.no.plusungood.what the hell is this?.'
The claw lifted her slowly through the light, which proved to be a trapdoor
'.or a manhole.or a storm drain.'
and into.something. A building of sorts, it seemed. It placed her on the floor, and the shock and terror and cold finally caught up with her. She blacked out.
'.unhhh.'
She came 'round again some indeterminate amount of time later to find herself on a cold, hard table of sorts under bright fluorescent lights that seemed to be giving off heat. She took a minute or two to bask before opening her eyes again to notice that there were a myriad of thin silver pins stuck all over her.
'.ah.warm.but why do I look like a robotic porcupine?.huh?.where the hell did that come from?.'
As she dozed off again, she thought
'.those are going to hurt like heck when they come out.'
When she next drifted into consciousness, most of the pins were gone and she was mostly covered with a blanket. A person wielding something shiny and sharp-looking was doing something to her thigh.
'.wha?.'
"grmff.," she mumbled.
"What- Hey! I think she's finally conscious!" the person called out. Another person walked into Silver's field of vision. They looked exactly like the first person, and both of them bore a strong resemblance to Wynn and the driver from the night when she'd left the dreamworld.
"Were you trying to say something?" inquired the second person.
'.no- ya really think so!.'
Silver nodded very slightly. "Yeah. Gettoff my leg, or I'll tell the vicar."
The people both smiled slightly. "Sorry, pal." replied the person, busying herself with Silver's leg once more. "I am the vicar, and the rest are all done already." Silvertree squinted- her eyes smarted a bit- and raised her head an inch or two, trying to see what was being done.
"Just rest," advised the second person. "You'll be fine soon enough."
'.sure.'
Silvertree drifted in and out of wakefulness a bit, but not much, until one day she awoke to find herself fully clothed and lying on a bed. Not a very comfy one, but a bed, not a table. The only traces of the wires were small metal disks firmly planted in her skin where each wire had been. They looked like little sockets, and an IV drip had been inserted into her arm through the one on her left forearm.
'.what?.I'm so confused.oh well, out it comes, I suppose.'
Slowly, cursing with every millimeter, she extracted a particularly viscious-looking needle.
'.oww, dammit.that hurts!.'
When it was finally out, she stood up and surveyed her surroundings. ***
Lyrrik: If you know where the 'ungood.plusungood' line or the 'gettoff my leg' line came from, write in and you'll get an imaginary chocolate truffle! If you don't understand, I'll explain next chapter.
BillyBob the Robotic Porcupine: Meep!
Lyrrik: He's pretty pointless- all he does is go 'meep!'
Shush, you! *hugs BillyBob*
BillyBob: Meep! Meep! Meep!
Lyrrik: That's even worse that the Knights Who Say 'Nik!' from Monty Python! *Snatches BillyBob and imprisons him in the filing cabinet*
BillyBob: *muffled* Meep. Echoey Filing Cabinet: meep! eep! eep! eep.*fades off*
'yada yada yada.' is what Silver's mind says to her at random intervals.
Disclaimer: I call upon Saint Dogbert, patron saint of technology, to banish the demons of stupidity which surely have possessed the brain of anyone who can't figure out that I don't own any of this besides the characters and the phrase 'spoon-bug.' I don't even own Saint Dogbert- Scott Adams does. *sulks*
Project Athena: Chapter VI- Under Construction
Silver was moving down the pipe at disturbingly high speed.
'.dammit.help.oh no.no.ungood.plusungood.aghh!.'
She shot out of the pipe and splashed into a lake of filthy water. She flailed around, trying to tread water, but she was too weak, as she soon realized. Her head kept going under, and she was swallowing far too much water.
'.damn.this is great.all that stuff, only to be flushed into a lake to die.I wish there was something to hold on to.something floaty.hey, why not float?.'
With effort, she took a deep breath and lay back in the water, gasping for air. When she was convinced she wasn't drowning anymore, she took a look at her surroundings. She seemed to be in a cave of sorts, or a really big sewer pipe.
'.a really, really big sewer pipe.'
her mind amended as her eyes adjusted a bit and she saw how huge it really was. She was starting to feel positively frozen when a sudden patch of light, accompanied by a grating screech appeared above her and a little to the left.
'.what the.'
A robotic claw dropped through the patch of light and swayed for a moment before plucking her rather indelicately from the water.
'.no.plusungood.what the hell is this?.'
The claw lifted her slowly through the light, which proved to be a trapdoor
'.or a manhole.or a storm drain.'
and into.something. A building of sorts, it seemed. It placed her on the floor, and the shock and terror and cold finally caught up with her. She blacked out.
'.unhhh.'
She came 'round again some indeterminate amount of time later to find herself on a cold, hard table of sorts under bright fluorescent lights that seemed to be giving off heat. She took a minute or two to bask before opening her eyes again to notice that there were a myriad of thin silver pins stuck all over her.
'.ah.warm.but why do I look like a robotic porcupine?.huh?.where the hell did that come from?.'
As she dozed off again, she thought
'.those are going to hurt like heck when they come out.'
When she next drifted into consciousness, most of the pins were gone and she was mostly covered with a blanket. A person wielding something shiny and sharp-looking was doing something to her thigh.
'.wha?.'
"grmff.," she mumbled.
"What- Hey! I think she's finally conscious!" the person called out. Another person walked into Silver's field of vision. They looked exactly like the first person, and both of them bore a strong resemblance to Wynn and the driver from the night when she'd left the dreamworld.
"Were you trying to say something?" inquired the second person.
'.no- ya really think so!.'
Silver nodded very slightly. "Yeah. Gettoff my leg, or I'll tell the vicar."
The people both smiled slightly. "Sorry, pal." replied the person, busying herself with Silver's leg once more. "I am the vicar, and the rest are all done already." Silvertree squinted- her eyes smarted a bit- and raised her head an inch or two, trying to see what was being done.
"Just rest," advised the second person. "You'll be fine soon enough."
'.sure.'
Silvertree drifted in and out of wakefulness a bit, but not much, until one day she awoke to find herself fully clothed and lying on a bed. Not a very comfy one, but a bed, not a table. The only traces of the wires were small metal disks firmly planted in her skin where each wire had been. They looked like little sockets, and an IV drip had been inserted into her arm through the one on her left forearm.
'.what?.I'm so confused.oh well, out it comes, I suppose.'
Slowly, cursing with every millimeter, she extracted a particularly viscious-looking needle.
'.oww, dammit.that hurts!.'
When it was finally out, she stood up and surveyed her surroundings. ***
Lyrrik: If you know where the 'ungood.plusungood' line or the 'gettoff my leg' line came from, write in and you'll get an imaginary chocolate truffle! If you don't understand, I'll explain next chapter.
BillyBob the Robotic Porcupine: Meep!
Lyrrik: He's pretty pointless- all he does is go 'meep!'
Shush, you! *hugs BillyBob*
BillyBob: Meep! Meep! Meep!
Lyrrik: That's even worse that the Knights Who Say 'Nik!' from Monty Python! *Snatches BillyBob and imprisons him in the filing cabinet*
BillyBob: *muffled* Meep. Echoey Filing Cabinet: meep! eep! eep! eep.*fades off*