THE TRAIN
390 Words
2050
On the Alps mountains high up at the summit a top secret Lab, the world famous and top secret LITRPG LAB is situated. In an egg shaped coffin lay a n***d Esus Sakid a direct decendant of Esus Mato, he has no idea he is among the seven lucky people on earth whom the incredibly advanced AI tech can recreate a compatible conscious for. He is the seventh test subject of the technology Train. If the test is successful LIT will literary be capable of rewriting history as it should be.
'we already lost six of our partcipants, should we really go on with this sir?' Daggac a bespectacled neural scientist asked worriedly looking through a gigantic glass down at the egg shaped coffin submerged six feet deep in aqualick, a breathable liquid.
'yeah we go on for all we know the Train is already active and if we stop now we might just loose our final subject and all the rest, you know' holding a list on his transparent pad, 'Gustavo, Dante, Joan, Skiddoh, Gwank an Bellerine would have died for nothing, we have one shot lets take it' and that was the pep talk.
He stepped to the controller below the glass put on his VR kit and activated the Train link to Esus....
The w**d Peddler
2020
At exactly that moment something came over Esus as he approached his favorite peddler's house from the top as it was located on an inclined plane.
Kush Man, a nickname given to him by the young stoners in 4by4, his hometown. He chose to stop short about fifty feet from the dark front gate to his compound and decided to wait for five minutes leaning on wall just around the corner opposite Man's place.
Suddenly deafening Gunshots rang out from within the compound. His heart skipped a beat though he wasn't completely supprised, because sure as hell he knew that something like that was about to happen and if he started running around the corner a couple of trigger happy cops were waiting for him and anyone who came from that compound so he casually as possible walked down the hill in the opposite direction, absolutely tensed up and not sure of where he was going he seemingly had lost all control of his limbs at that very moment.
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