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Project 0 Has Left The Lab (Open)
« on: March 15, 2009, 02:53:54 pm »
Susan sighed, and rubbed his eyes. Why couldn't there just be an easy solution for this? It always happened, and he was always unprepared. Project 0 has left the lab. Project 0 has left the lab. He frowned, and wished he had picked a less catchy tune for his alerts.  He hated when songs got stuck in his head.  So distracting, they were.

He walked along the poorly lit corridor, hoping that Project 0, or Steve, as he preferred to call him, hadn't attacked anyone. Steve, was infected with some biological agent, that if unleashed, could wipe out entire countries. It wasn't contagious, not really, but still. Really, it was only a problem because Steve was aggressive, and would attack anyone he came across, which spread the disease. He rubbed his eyes again, hating that it didn't make sense. Only sweat spread it, nothing else. Not blood, or spit, or just coming to contact! Just sweat.

Susan stopped, in the middle of his rant, realizing that he needed to get out more.
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Re: Project 0 Has Left The Lab (Open)
« Reply #1 on: March 17, 2009, 01:10:14 am »
Now traveling ... There was one thing about walking that was always grand. You got to see the scenery on the way out, measure some stupid things that came your way, inspect, observe. An emergency could unfold before you and you, being there, could run to help. Or perhaps you'd meet somebody who is also heading in the same direction. Terry knew none of this. He teleported: it was easier; it was faster; it got him from Point A to Point B in 0.003 seconds.

Far from the putrid Wastelands, he was able to take a nice, deep breath in. Raw oxygen filled his suffering lungs. Contaminates lifted from his body. Finally, good clean air! He might have been dead, but that didn't mean he could live in toxic waste his entire life! But honestly ... where had he gone? This territory was unfamiliar. Bright yellow eyes looked this way, then that. Very dark ... Was he in a building or something? (His decision to teleport had been last second. And he had no clear visual in mind ... no real destination.) A fleeting fear penetrated his heart: had he gone between? Shit! Shitshitshi -

No. Footsteps. His head turned. Terry chirped at the presence of dim light. But he cringed backwards as something walked past him. Terry could not make out the figure: night vision be damned, he'd had no time to adjust his sight to the crowding darkness. The Graveling made sure to correct that now and, all fears aside, lurked after the walking figure, ever curious ... neverminding that his curiosity usually got him in trouble.
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