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A sleeping, feminine face lay facing upwards, body covered by a white sheet, on the solitary bed in the darkened Room 114. An automatic light struggled to life, illumating the room, the light accompanied by an alarm. Chloe's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, letting the white sheets fall off of her body. The message beckoned her towards the auditorium. Non-compliance is not an option. Orders from the top, she reckoned.
Opening up her wardrobe revealed set after set of green tank-tops and camo combat pants and rubber boots- as well as several of the same white pair of bras and boyshorts to go under it. She said she liked the green-tank top look a while ago and it they took that idea and ran with it. It's all she ever wore. It worked, though. Chloe was never cold.
She changed into a fresh set of clothes, waited a few moments and the doors opened.
"You're presence is requested at the Auditorium, 114. Non-compliance is not an option." An armored guard said, his voice floating through the door with a stern authority.
"Yessir," Chloe said in response. She strode out of her cell door and let herself be escorted by the guard.
Her given name is Chloe, her field name is Pinpoint, and she's the best shot with a rifle on the planet.
The guard behind her, a pistol in his holster. 3 pounds of insurance. Eventually they arrived in the auditorium and the freakshow started. It was everyone. Mutated abominations in the same room as her. The security was well-hidden but no doubt of the highest caliber. She didn't know exactly how powerful the IOS was but there wasn't a doubt in her mind that a few button presses and 90% of her siblings- including herself, would be dead within the minute. Only the best for planet Earth- and a mass uprising of the Children of Eve wouldn't be good for anyone. It looked like she was one of the last ones in.
She sat herself down, away from the more...generiously changed Children. She knew the safeguards, but still. Not everyone was like her. She didn't really want to talk to anyone, lest one of them go berserk.
A sleeping, feminine face lay facing upwards, body covered by a white sheet, on the solitary bed in the darkened Room 114. An automatic light struggled to life, illumating the room, the light accompanied by an alarm. Chloe's eyes fluttered open, and she sat up, letting the white sheets fall off of her body. The message beckoned her towards the auditorium. Non-compliance is not an option. Orders from the top, she reckoned.
Opening up her wardrobe revealed set after set of green tank-tops and camo combat pants and rubber boots- as well as several of the same white pair of bras and boyshorts to go under it. She said she liked the green-tank top look a while ago and it they took that idea and ran with it. It's all she ever wore. It worked, though. Chloe was never cold.
She changed into a fresh set of clothes, waited a few moments and the doors opened.
"You're presence is requested at the Auditorium, 114. Non-compliance is not an option." An armored guard said, his voice floating through the door with a stern authority.
"Yessir," Chloe said in response. She strode out of her cell door and let herself be escorted by the guard.
Her given name is Chloe, her field name is Pinpoint, and she's the best shot with a rifle on the planet.
The guard behind her, a pistol in his holster. 3 pounds of insurance. Eventually they arrived in the auditorium and the freakshow started. It was everyone. Mutated abominations in the same room as her. The security was well-hidden but no doubt of the highest caliber. She didn't know exactly how powerful the IOS was but there wasn't a doubt in her mind that a few button presses and 90% of her siblings- including herself, would be dead within the minute. Only the best for planet Earth- and a mass uprising of the Children of Eve wouldn't be good for anyone. It looked like she was one of the last ones in.
She sat herself down, away from the more...generiously changed Children. She knew the safeguards, but still. Not everyone was like her. She didn't really want to talk to anyone, lest one of them go berserk.