NOVEL WEB Chapter 3: PROLOGUE 3
Gods, spirits and mighty things when all she cared for was money. A good amount of it too she had been promised if she did whatever she was about to do. Money, always and only money.
"State your name gruff," the robotic voice goes.
"Rori Aisha."
She eyes the single medium sized silver screen before her as her name appears on it.
"Next of kin?"
"None."
That's a lie.
"Rori Aisha welcome. This is Project Revival and you are our first accepted candidate. Rori Aisha please go through the door and take off your clothes. Rori Aisha please sit in the pod and do not leave till you are instructed,"
She moves towards the open door when
"Rori Aisha welcome."
She spots the human-size pod in the middle of the very clean room. Such a rarity in Citadel rooms like these are. She looks around the corners and sure enough two cameras stare back at her. A bit of anxiety hits her but she remembers the money and pulls off her t-shirt.
Her black boxers are last to go and she gets into the pod. She takes a deep breath, muttering to herself about the things she could do with that sort of money as the pod closes and a gas fills the pod. Her arms stop working first, then her legs and finally her eyes.
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"Rori Aisha welcome,"
She drifts back to sleep.
"Rori Aisha welcome to Project Revival. Our first..."
Her eyes shut again.
"Rori Aisha, candidate number 1 unsuccessful."
What? Her money, her...
"Rori Aisha. Discard."
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Her money.
Her freaking money! She wakes in terrible pain in the dark. Her legs do not obey her so she drags herself to a sitting position as her eyes adjust to the little light around her.
She's next to a blackened wall on her left and to her right is an even darker alley way. At least she's still in Citadel, though she's never been to such a part of town judging from the buildings and the air around them. And she's been to every part of the city looking money. Almost all parts she supposes.
Her money!
She checks her pockets, though she doesn't have any clothes on save for her boxers. That's when the cold creeps into her skin and her hand lands on a very cold and soft surface. She turns slowly to see a pile of at least a dozen corpses all next to her.
She does not scream, she does not let fear take over her mind lest she forget that someone still owes her money. Her money! Rori holds herself closely thinking of her money and how she's going to get it all back just in time to save her brother.