Re: Oracle 2-Screed
Screed says, "Well, that was special," as he heads over to check out the remains of the computer for anything useful.
He finds nothing useful. Jade destroyed the computer. All he can see is the remains of flashing words on the screen which say: “ENDLESS CORRIDOR.”
Jade says, "I'm keeping this handy," as she pats her M-16 and goes through the next door. "I've taken the easy pill, so you can probably trust my instincts the most...maybe." She laughs. "Of course, my instincts are usually to shoot first and ask questions later, but..."
Cistron's suspicions begin to get the best of her, as she begins to second guess her actions. "..Guys, it's troublesome that we trust so easily, a construct meant to imprison us. I think we need to trust our instincts, not our senses if we are expected to get through this.. This is the machine world, Physical laws of time and space don't necessarily apply here."
"This is gonna make my head hurt isn't it? We gotta go through the door don't we?" Shadow looks somewhat sarcastic while speaking and heads towards the door.
Dracos opens the door at the far end and walks through it. "Let's stick together as a team and help each other," he says. "I get the feeling we're going to need to cooperate if we're to survive this."
You walk through the next door. It closes of its own accord behind you and disappears. You are in a room with no doors.
Yet across from you stands a man in a suit with sunglasses. You recognize an agent and your heart races.
He looks at Dracos and his voice is calm and even, “Mr. Morsch.” Then at Screed, “Mr. Screed.” Then at Jade, “Ms. Morrison.” Then at Shadow, “Mr. Johnson.” Then at Cistron, “And Ms. …” He pauses, frowning. “You, I don’t know.”
He extends a hand to the side, and a computer appears next to him. “There is no visible exit from this room,” he says, “and this computer has but one button. Choose wisely.” He snaps his hands and disappears entirely.
On the computer screen, you see a countdown commencing. Huge numbers flash in one second intervals. “20…19…18…17…” As he said, there is just one button on the computer.
You hear a whisper, like a little girl’s voice, that seems to speak inside your mind: “Choose your enemies as carefully as you choose your friends.”