Burying the Hatchet (COMPLETED)

Prototype

Eli was swiping left and right at the holographic monitor in front of her. She’s been doing it the moment she went out of the shower. Now she types frantically on a holographic keyboard. Trying to code for her instant project. It was already eight o'clock in the evening based on her digital clock, located at the bottom right corner of her monitor.

While a countdown timer in red dangles next to her coding tab. She only has four hours to crunch until the midnight raid. Her pride is getting on her way. She swore on it that will not use anything that her aunt Trei has provided her.

Gab is already out in his avatar form. He needed to move freely in order to assist Eli efficiently. Since he can loosely interact with codes and holographic programs. He was built so well and mesh nicely with them. You can even barely tell the difference. Wearing his cream colored loose polo shirt that's been pulled back with the thin brown neck strings untied.

Leaving a small peak on his well built chest. The front part was tucked in an olive green cargo pants. Secured by a pair of black boots at the bottom. His bangs freely falls right above his brows. Black hair suits him well too. Giving him a laid back out of the shower look.

“Gab check this one,” she orders while swiping the code file from her crystal tablet.

“Error code for line 72, 127 and 47 on it. Debugging done.” Then swipes the code back to Eli for finalization.

Eli was roaming around her room still checking for various progress on multiple holographic screens. Each one that flickers in red she attends to with swift speed. Especially nothing restrains her movement since she’s barefooted. Her white loose shirt made her look like a hanger. Even though she just bathe, beads of sweat trickled down her temples. A few dripping from her nape too.

Gab looked away from his holographic tablet for a few seconds. “I know you can do things in the nick of time but you’re pushing yourself too hard. There’s no need to prove yourself to anyone. Just let it go, ” he reminded while checking on his master. Then get back to scrolling again.

“That’s what you’ll never understand. Machines like you don’t hold any grudges. You only do what you are told and programmed to. Your failure and success rate depends on our calculations. But humans aren’t like that,” she fiddles her fingers on the crystal tablet while looking at the main holographic monitor, “we are built to hate, love, die and on random occassions forgive as much as possible. Most complicated sh*t the gods had created if they were real though.”

The door hatched open, even though she locked it and flashed a ‘do not disturb’ electronic marquee sign outside. There’s only one person capable of disrespecting her well-valued privacy.

“Trei,” she rolled her eyes before looking back to face her. “Why am I not surprised?”

Trei just faked a yawn and said, “because I have quite the reputation and so are you?” She was about to poke her niece for emphasis but changes her mind halfway through. Deciding to keep her hands to herself.

“Spill it, what’s the catch?” Eli crosses her arms while tapping her right foot impatiently.

“Whatever scheme you’re planning just don’t get caught, die or be the reason somebody gets compromised.” A sinister grin curved her scarlet lips. “It’s nostalgic to give birth to a program single-handedly. No sh*ts just you and your own world of ones and zeros.”

Then she prepared to take her leave. With the heels of her maroon leather boots clacking against the floor. It echoes in the silence of the room.

“How could you do that to a kid?”

Eli’s words stopped her cold. She turned to look at her with a pained expression in her eyes. It seems vague but they are lost at the moment. Trapped in the time she decided to do what she did.

“I got desperate and the fear of losing you is the only thread that still keeps me sane until now.” She looked away trying to find solace but found none. “I won’t ask you to understand or forgive me but just don’t die on my watch.” Then she left.

She never felt Trei more sincere than what she said just now. It’s like the walls between them are finally crumbling down. She can somehow take a peak on her a little bit. Which she thought countless banters never came close to that.

“It’s just another scheme. I should trust her even less now,” she said reminding herself of where she stands. “Pain felt wins out the joy given, always. A lie doesn’t hurt less just because you admit it.”

She was spacing out a bit when Gab nudged her-mentally ofcourse. “Back to work?”

Eli just gave off a heavy sigh before nodding. “Yeah, we have roughly three hours to go. The program is barely at thirty percent running state.”

Gab taps her shoulder but it just passes through her like a ghost would.

“Efforts recognized Gab,” she smiles while teasing him.

***

Based on the timer she only has two hours before the raid and she's barely even finished with what she has been doing. Her room is a mess. A ton of chips where opened. Some of the crumbs are cluttered on the table. Bottles of energy drinks lied next to it. Caps were stacked in mini-towers with a bunch of blocks. Which happened to be her past time when thinking. Since organizing things make her sort her thoughts too. Half-way to stacking, ideas hit her and she resumes with programming. This time she smacks all four piles and reassembles them from scratch. She could have done this in a five dimentional holographic program by the help of Gab but she's the type who likes to fiddle her hands creating something out of nothing.

"Try this one, " Gab suggests as he presses the enter button.

Then a crystal clear marble drops from a five dimentional printer located near her study table. This has been the ninetieth time they did this. Inventing something takes a long time to perfect. Let alone an impulse and ambitious project to be completed not even for a day. Eli closes her eyes to concenrate as if wishing for the orb she's holding to turn into something else. She was already sweating, racking her brains out, in imagining a weapon come to life.

"It's really not work-" she was cut off when the tiny marble turned into a gun. The razora to be exact. "Whoa, this one's promising so far," she grips the trigger and it immidiately lights up in emerald green color--- signaling the activation of the weapon.

When she fires it her wide grin turns into a sour frown. "Bubbles? Are you kidding me? I pictured the exact same thing when I fired the razora back at training, " she said frustrated.

Maybe this was a pointless attempt after all.

"Don't fret Eli, I have run the analysis and found the cause of our problem. Your mental state is not the same. During that time you really thought of destroying something or someone while holding the razora. Compared to now where you're just basically feeding your pride."

She looks at him sharply as he continues to explain the data he has gathered. "There has to be a high emotional trigger that drives you to activate it."

Rolling her eyes she stands from her seat. Then tosses the marble mid-air and as she catches it, it becomes a rapier. "Blood lust it is then?" she asks while pointing the thin but sharp end of the sword just a few centimeters from Gab's eyes.

Gab just smiles ingeniously not bothering with the threat both by her words and her actions. Satisfied with the numbers he sees from his holographic tablet. Displaying Eli's physical and mental analysis. All figures were in red and it was the confirmation of his theory.

"Eureka!" He exclaimed while Eli chuckles at the contemporary reference.

"This will definitely knock everyone's socks off in REVIVAL, " her eyes glinted darkness at the thought, "especially Aunt Trei," she grins.

Gab throws out his holographic tablet too. As it reaches the air it bursted into holographic papers and fell down as flickering fireworks in rainbow colors. A celebratory gesture for his master which only added to her growing satifaction. Then stares at her like a proud parent would. Only if their child were up to do good deeds like saving the world but without the underhanded revenge plan included. But it wasn't the case.

"Hope your parents never finds out about this weapon or your plans,

" he warns her that bursts her tempramental bubble.

She smirks, "unless you want me to get rid of you now?" then gestures with two fingers pointing her eyes next to his and her thumb slitting her throat.

"Not happening, won't tell a soul, " he replies and disappears from her sight.

She giggles and went back to printing more batches of crystal marbles. Having only less than an hour left before midnight. She needs to hussle and bustle. Who knows which one would actually work as planned? Besides the raid will be highly beneficial for a field test. Determining more strengths, weakness and points for improvement. Now she's pumped up to go kn that raid.

After thirty minutes she heard the siren blaring and it was her cue to pack up. She geared up ready for combat. Wearing a white armored sleeveless topped with a black windbreaker. Tucking in her battle green pants with black combat boots held firmly on her waist by a brown leather belt. Filling a small velvet pouch with crystal marbles. Even in their humble form they can become a weapon for mass destruction or the refuge of many. Depending on who holds it.

Grabbing her trusty backpack too. Filled with chocolate bars, chips, canned goods, bread, energy drink, water and other essentials. That is a result of a forced habit to flee and survive. Back in the day when the only thing that matter to her is to stay alive and avenge her family. She still has the same reasons just a different method than planned though.

"Eureka, don't make me lose face on this okay?" she whispers and puts the velvet pouch on her bottom right pocket. Then leaves her room to join the others at the arena for the assembly and dispersion.