ⓩⓔⓟⓗⓨⓡ (airborn) wrote in serenuscity, @ 2010-07-26 15:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, sniper, zephyr |
airborn && brave_soldier
WHO Zephyr && Sniper
WHEN Tuesday, July 26, 2112
WHERE A medical center in the South Sector
WHAT After registering, Rachel bumps into and meets another Specialis Gens
RATING TBD
WARNING ---
“Last one,” the woman said with a kind smile. The smile was tight, forced, uncomfortable, one of those entirely human responses to an awkward situation. Her patient nearly had the same mirrored expression but the pinch immediately proceeding the assurance forced a look away. Rachel McGinnis was never a fan of needles, not now, not a century ago where she had last lived. One might hope that after a century, medical advances might grow beyond needles and vaccinations.
Where were the machines that scanned one’s entire body and pointed out every fault? Were people still conducting surgeries or had robots with immaculate precision taken over? The questions rolled around behind hazel eyes as the nurse moved away. Rachel watched intently; was the nurse a robot? Was everyone a robot? Did they become self-aware? If so, did it happen before or after James Cameron died? I doubt she’s ever even seen Terminator, or any other movies from then.
‘Then’ was still a concept she was unable to absorb. She, they, all of them, woke up yesterday without any knowledge of where they had been or why they had disappeared. Thousands of Americans had all disappeared on the same day and now they all reappeared on the same day. Twenty-one thousands, if she could recall it accurately. Where do that many people go? It was a question everyone had been asking and received no answer. The government hardly seemed to know what was going on, let alone anyone else.
The returned were being treated like illegal aliens. ‘Aliens’ was a rather appropriate term with consideration as to where they all were now. Each and every one of them were to be medically cleared and coded. There had to be some in the throngs of people that were convinced they had all been abducted and bugged. To look around the facilities, a tracking device implanted somewhere on her person was not such a stretch. As Rachel made her way into the hallway, cleared and ready to be released, her tongue edged over teeth behind a closed mouth. ‘The X-Files’ had been one of her favorite television shows long, long ago. Yes, implants were not such a stretch from true anymore.
People were being brought in and out of the patient rooms like clockwork. Unified by the expression on their faces, that mixture of confusion, sorrow, anger, and fear of the unknown, Rachel looked over each with vain hope that somehow, she would know someone. In the midst of her search, the woman’s shoulder collided with another.
“Oh! I’m sorry--” she gave in a quick apology. It was probably the most sincerity she had put into her voice in the last day.