| LadySTRiPES Member Level: 28      Posts: 148/148 EXP: 122872 For next: 8466 Since: 07-23-09 From: Turn Around.... slooowly... Since last post: 12.2 years Last activity: 10.4 years  |
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| One of my greater accomplishments in both HtML and writing, now in SECOND-PERSON O-VISION!! EDIT: Rawr, colors aren't working! Forget the HtML part ------------------------ You awoke in a dark room. No light seemed to escape into the velvety shadows that suffocated all warmth and all hope. Unseeing you stood and reached out arms until you felt something- a wall. You sidled along until fingertips felt a small switch, flicking it skywards. The lights were on. The room was composed of icy machines and , running the length of the metal, panels of various lighted squares, screens, details. All around. In the center, you could see where you were suspended, a pale blue medical bed, pristine and still. The place where you lay had no familiarity to you; it was a completely new place. The silver door, number 215 opened, slid open to the left with no one on the other side. A hallway much like this room, lined with metal and wiring. More panels, larger in size this time and projecting from the walls dotted the walls the words 'INFORMATION' labeled down their sides. You arrive at one and do as the dark screen bids you, tapping your finger on its glass, causing it to fade to white displaying a name: number 2, persona the thirteenth You didn't know what that meant and thought about it as any actual information loaded. Links to stores and their current sales, books and their reviews, a whole list of people and their contacts but you paid no attention to it, really. You didn't even realize how closely you were listening to the conversation between two people waiting to use the booth you stood at. "Hey, number 32, how was your Regeneration Day?" someone asked cheerfully A dull, lifeless, depressed voice replied, "Awful, I always hate Regen Day." "That's not true! Your last Persona really loved it last year!" "My ninth was immature and ignorant with no sense of mortality. I have only three more Regenerations to live, 45" "Sad, isn't it? At least you aren't like 27, he's being Terminated today"[color> "Another year, another one bites the dust" "Apparently, his Mate Program will be watching. They say that 27 and his Program were so close it was practically Love" "Wow, that doesn't happen every day" You wonder what they're talking about as you flip through the lists of people or numbers, really. But it only showed you Number 31 to Number 104. Then, a category listing caught your eye. 'Terminated'. You press the name and a massive list, half black, half #FF0000 with Numbers ranging from 3 to 29. #FF0000 were those to be Terminated today, the screen told you. From 21 and up. You tap number 27 and it tells you that today, his persona the thirteenth will be Terminated in Hall C at Hour Fifth. The screen noted it was only five minutes to Hour Fifth. You tap the screen to view the map of the building you are in and run in the direction it indicates. The hall grows longer before you, stretching on and on. It seemed like you were running for nothing forever only to find the worth of your cause. But soon enough, you see what could be called close to an end, on the silver, pristine walls hung square imperfections embedded within the metal. Should you have stopped to look, you would have noticed that they were picture frames that slowly counted down, their ever-smiling images flickering every so often. You spare a glance at the numbers, wondering why this Termination of all of them has piqued your interest and why you ran and why you still run. You glance at the numbers again and realize that the numbers were gaining closer and closer to yours. Your steps flag, you slow and come to a stop right in front of one that seems… oddly familiar. Like the INFORMATION screen it has your number with a dot and another familiar set of digits to its right. 2.13. You stare at the small, metallic screen for a while, studying its eerily uncanny image that you were positive you've seen before, an image of some kind of lifeless, broken Number, identified only by empty, gray eyes and a long, thin scar. You reach up to touch the small ridge that you remember drawn slowly over your cheekbone. "Number 2!" a loud, grating mechanical voice shee#FF0000 through silence, making you startle and jump. You turn to see him- it- whatever it was. Sitting in a silver chair, chained to its frame and held together by unknown metal parts, #FF0000 mechanical eyes, anything and everything held together haphazardly in uniquely horrifying ways. "You should not be awake!" its voice churned "You know me?" you asked, listening to your own voice reverberate down the silver hall, speaking for the first time you can remember, not even knowing how you formulated this sound. "No one does not" was the thing's cryptic reply. "You should not be here" it grated "I need to be… I need to know what is going on" you finally managed to explain [desperately "You insist?" it demanded "I must know" you did insist, "I must know all that I can" The thing shook what might have been a head, wrapped in wires[/colorcopper and white in equal measure and cut through withburning scarlet eyes "Then let me know all I can of this world. If you know me, then perhaps you will know of my state. I know nothing of where I am or who I am, who I am to be. This world is a mystery to me. I need to see, I need to know." To this day you don't know how or why those words came but the letters; the sounds tumbled from your lips and to the ground. "Then follow" the Machine orde#FF0000, its metal throne turning around abruptly, "You may see the Termination today, but know no more. Ask no questions, no one will answer" You obeyed and followed the trail left, pushing open mercilessly heavy doors into the shocking white abyss. And there, to your left was the Termination. A window ringed in- yes- more metal let only one, glassy look into the real world as you would ever know it. A voice, a voice that one day if you understood would have been likened to thick, ugly molasses dripping and staining a small scrap of velvet, saturating and overflowing with a thick, ugly darkness. Number 27, you have ente#FF0000 the final day of your Persona the Thirteenth. According to the Codes and Standards of Rapture as set by the Great Number One and Just Number Two have dictated you have reached the end of your Life's Span. You will be properly Terminated for The Harvest and Recreation. In this year of 20208, there have been 32 Terminations with 0 Objections. Do you Object? you heard. You see his mouth form a 'no' and shake his head and once again the ugly voice rang out Then you offer yourself for Termination and Reproduction for the good of the Society of Rapture. May God be merciful upon you. Termination process begin "What do they mean… Termination then Reproduction?" you ask the thing behind you solemnly "You have just awoken and I know you know nothing of this world. It is for the best" "No. It isn't." you state simply, turning around to face whatever it was whether it was a man or a beast of a machine… perhaps both. "I am lost in this world. Tell me where I am. Who I am. You know, don't you?" "Watch." The thing orde#FF0000. You turn around to the silver-framed glass as an armful of knives descended on Number 27, a spinning razor wheel a moment away from his forehead as he lay there still. You cringe unbearably "Don't worry Number Two, they will not show you much. Blockers will hide the rest" That much was true but it seemed that the heavy black iron didn't rocket upwards fast enough to cover the window, letting blood splatter the glass before your eyes. 27's screams still echo in your mind to this day. "Our world was supposed to be perfect. Rapture was a place where people could live freely without greed or famine. But even more so, me and a… friend of mine were researchers at a prestigious place… we discove#FF0000 how to induce multiple personalities. People could be whoever they wanted, live who they wanted to live. Testing… we tested these ideas and discove#FF0000 that a human body could only hold up to 13 different personalities and keep all but one repressed. We decided to create a utopia with this research were at the age of 10, they would begin the 'persona' process as we came to call it and let the person decide on their persona once a year, on Regeneration Day. At the end of 13 years and personas, the person would be Terminated and their bodies given into Reproduction from their remains. Essentially, all but two members of Rapture are composed of the remnants of previous Numbers and only one has lived through 13 personas" "Who was that?" you ask The thing sighed a more human noise than you ever thought imaginable by the beast of a thing in a machine and replied, "I am. I have survived 17 different personas. And yes, Number Two that is how I came to be as you see me here" "Wait, so if you're the oldest as Number One… and I'm Number Two…?" you begin to ask "It means nothing" "But I'm Number Two! There has to be something to do with that" "You know too much, I shouldn't have told you" "I was your best friend! This doesn't make sense!" "Now you're starting to sound like the Number 2 I knew" "Then why am I like this? Why? How could I have not known?" "What we did was wrong. You couldn’t live with this mistake so you wanted to bury your guilt from the world" "But now I know! I'm feeling more real and more into something than I have since as long as I can remember!" "And it's time to go back." "Go back? What do you mean?" "You may remember" it told you, Number 1 told you, "But not for long" "No! I'm holding onto me and my memories now! I will remember! I will know of this world" And for no reason. No reason at all. All you saw Black. You awoke in a dark room. |
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