I got a disease Who: Shy, Fischer (NPC'd) When: Friday, 2:30AM (Thursday late late late night) Where: Shy's room--effecting the entire island What: The greatest security breech in Revolve history (Will be updated as the plot progresses) Something is wrong. Very, very wrong!
Computer had been screaming at Shy for a little over a day now, and Shy could not quite seem to block him out. Or was that voice his internal alarms warning him about his body temperature? There was noise, warnings, scoldings, something was wrong. Very wrong. And he needed to have it fixed.
except that Shy was proud. He was a god in his mind, and gods could not become ill, could they? The island needed him, the idea pressed on, insisted in his mind. The island needed him. Father needed him, to ensure things went smoothly, that life at Revolve continued. The island needed him like he needed air. Well, not air, the tiny slice of his still-logical brain argued. Like it needed chocolate, perhaps? Not essential but made everything work more smoothly, made life easy and delightful. More essential than chocolate, however. What was more than chocolate but less than air?
His argument with himself was again interrupted by Computer's scolding, or was it his internal alarms again? Or was it that cellphone he had accessed once? Or the elevator's computer? There were literally thousands of 'voices' in Shy's head, a voice and personality for every electronic device he had ever touched, directly or remotely, and they were all talking at once now. It was deafening, it was maddening, and why was it so cold in here?
Shy had long ago curled himself up right next to his computer terminal to steal the warmth from the device, wrapping himself and his computer under a thick blanket. He had taken great care not to block the exhaust fan, his internal cooling system being broken was bad enough, if Computer was damaged as well... He quickly pushed the idea away from his mind. His life could not continue without Computer, he thought firmly. No harm would come to Computer.
He shivered hard and curled up beside the terminal, squeezing his blank eyes tightly closed. I am shutting down now, he announced to the voices and alarms in his head. Silence yourselves and let me shut down. He could sleep through most anything, external sounds would not bother him unless he wanted them to wake him, but these were all inside his head, and they did bother him. Still, it only took seconds for the shivering, fever-ridden youth to fall into a deep sleep. As always, he slept with one hand on the keyless keyboard, keeping himself in connection with Computer and ultimately, all of Revolve.
It would be difficult to decide just why the next events happened. Perhaps Shy's other dominant personalty, Computer, saw an opportunity and decided to further a secret cause. Perhaps it was a nightmare from the young technology mutant which caused it. Perhaps it was just extremely bad luck... or extremely good luck, depending on your view of the situation. Regardless of why it happened, mere minutes after the boy slipped into unconsciousness, his powers sparked a command hidden deep within Revolve's system and the collars containing mutants deactivated. They remained clasped around necks, fully in tact, but they simply ceased to function.
Ten minutes into his coma-like sleep, the door to the boy's room clicked open. This was strange, as usually Shy was very picky about who he would allow into his room. His door was usually kept firmly closed and locked until he woke again so he could monitor who would be coming in and out. in his unconscious state, he did not realize that when his door opened, every door opened. The doors to every cell, occupied or not, the doors locking down the cell blocks, even the doors to Fischer's compound were opened.
Within minutes of this realization, guards were active, calling in the error, fighting to close the doors, and were quickly realizing that mutants were emerging from those doors, and the collars were not doing their jobs of 'encouraging' them to comply with the guards commands. Supervisors in the compound ordered the distribution of riot control gear and weapons, tasers, tranquilizer guns, even cattle prods were quickly unlocked from a secured room in Fischer's compound and distributed as the guards showed their true natures. Some ran and hid, avoiding the dangerous people/animals they guarded, the less intelligent ones tried to carry out their jobs. Alarms blared, radios and communication devices shouted warnings, orders, reminders and all around panic as the island fell apart on itself.
Fischer's voice shouted through the speakers of Shy's computer, demanding the boy answer, update him on what was going on. Demanding why the computer systems were jammed, why they could not be overridden, why the entire island was to hell in a hand basket. Through it all, Shy shivered on the floor in a deep but fitful sleep.
It was less than an hour later when Fischer himself exploded through the open door and found the boy passed out on the floor. A long string of swears poured from his lips, booming around the room before he scooped the slender, fevered body up off the ground. As soon as the boy's skeletal fingers were removed from the keyboard, the familiar click of collars reactivating and doors closing signaled that there was hope for order to be restored to the island. Still holding the skinny boy, he barked orders as he sprinted into the halls, telling the guards that collars and doors were working again and they were to get the mutants under control again. Fishcer hollered orders and swore up a storm, he carried Shy to medical as quickly as his legs would carry him.