Ordeal

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I'm rational enough not to drive my newly given Supra to school. I don't want the kids there to scratch it or plant 2 mg of Uranium under the hood or something. I'm not taking risks. Plus, it's Klara's gift for me. 

I shiver.

I'll probably never forget the day she gave the car to me. It's forever engraved in the deepest depths of my mind. And maybe the one time she hugged me. Her assets pressed on my face that time and I had to hide little friend after that one embrace. She didn't seem to notice it--but I swear to God it felt like she knew since she had that shitty ass grin right after the hug...

Anyway...moving on...

As of late, I manage to get through class once again--luckily without the hoodlums for students fucking up my day. I stroll alongside fellow students exiting the supposedly "prestigious" school, staring at..nothing. As I trek past the spacious lunchroom, noticing the empty food stalls and a few groups of students sitting on the lunch tables conversing on my far right, I suddenly start to ponder about how dull and possibly miserable my life is. 

Man.

Trudging down the school's sidewalk, I ignore the glamorous view of Neo City on my left. Oh right. My school is on the top of a mountain on the west side of the state at least 300 feet high from the ground of the City.. There are a few houses here and there on the mountainside, but not so much to the point it's bustling with Borgs and Organics.

...

I think I'll call the Organics, such as myself, "Nats" from now on. Short for Nattys.

Plodding downhill from the school's sidewalk, I gaze at my watch.

4 pm.

Skreeeee

A familiar screech of tires grazing against the asphalt, the deep growl of an engine, and the faint stench of burning rubber clogs my nose as I turn to my left and--ah.

It's Klara again. Hmm, she even drives to school using the R34 skyline. She uses that car daily it's weird how well-preserved it still is. The car comes to a halt, small white clouds emerge from the tires as she parks right on my left, the rim of her wheels a few centimeters apart from the sidewalk's edge.

The passenger's seat door opens automatically, immediately I'm greeted by a grinning Klara.

I scoff, rolling my eyes. "Show off."

She huffs, a smirk evident on her lips. "Hop in hubby. Imma ride you home."

I roll my eyes. "Thought I told you to stop callin' me that," I oblige with the offer though, sliding into the car with relative ease, closing the door to the passenger's seat, putting on my seatbelt before adorning the interior, and looking at the woman on my left. "I won't pay shit, right? This ride better be free."

I close the door to the passenger's seat. She hums, pondering the thought of payment before caressing the wheel, her smirk broadening. "50 per hour."

"Fuck you," I deadpan. "My home's just a 45-minute drive."

"15 a minute."

"STOP!"

"Perhaps a quarter for every seven seconds~"

"Die."

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"You saw the news?"

"That one cult that killed a ton of kids, yeah?"

"Mhm. That one."

"What about it?"

We were now driving through the buildings of Neon City, a variety of colors flashing around the street and within the GTR due to the brightly lit buildings blazing with different colors and huge holograms--with the purpose of advertising, walking over civilians and streets. The light hum of the engine resounds within the car as I stare out the window, just taking a peek at the borgs and droids having fun--partying, goofin' around, drinking, and stuff.

"I wanna join the MiR5," she says point blank, her eyes sticking to the road ahead before halting at a red light.

A long beat...

"Uhm...Klara, are you fucking crazy?"

She shrugs. Her eyes are still on the road ahead. "Just a teeny weeny bit fucked in the head. Why?"

"They're an elite group for the ADMINS--I'm pretty sure they're also a group of sadists that like flatlining random dudes." My heart stopped for a second the moment those words... 'MiR5' landed into my ears. 

"Oh calm down you~ They're not killers, they 'neutralize' the bad ones. Plus, it's my way of helping people y'know? You know I like helping people."

"..." I scratch my head. "You 'did a favor for a friend' by knocking out cold a man in his mid-20s."

"I mean, that guy was an asshole."

"He shouldn't even have a concussion since his head is made of alloys and his brain is reinforced with micro-strand titanium--Klara, you're abnormally strong for a woman."

"Sexist?"

"It's a compliment, you airhead."

"Aw~ Thank you~"

I shake my head, a small grin on my face. "But seriously... you're..pretty strong. It's weird."

The red light blinks to green, making Klara lightly step on the accelerator, making the car move forward. "I dunno hubby. I guess I'm naturally strong to protect some weak-willed, pathetic lil' boy like you~"

I groan, placing a hand on my face. "I'm pretty sure I got a stronger grip than you..." I mumble.

"Oh~? Where?"

"Wha...the fuck you mean 'where?'"

"You know...you got the grip on your hands, and the grip on your--"

"I meant the latter you...fucking idiot."

"Heh, your face is red."

"Die."

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The Car slowly comes to a halt at a familiar street that I know--that is right beside my apartment unit. The engine's hums decrease as it takes a still.

"Well, this is it, Dante."

I frown. "Why're you saying it like it's the last time we'll see each other?" I ask in a monotone voice. Sarcastically.

"Awww~ hubby misses me already--"

I leave the car and trudge to my apartment.

She rolls down the "Heyy, not even a thank you?"

I trot down the path of my apartment, the ever-lasting scent of dead rats and burning cigarettes clogging my nose. It's a scent I regularly inhale every time I leave my unit. The neighbors are ass too.

"I'll text you a '<3' and an 'XD' when I get back up the stairs to my home," reply. Mockingly, of course. No way I'll type that stuff on phone.< p>

"OooOOohh~ I'll look forward to it~"

I know that tone. It's when she decides to tease me. Not gonna lie, I usually like that tone.

I give her the finger as I open the doors to my apartment, grinning a bit before entering.

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[Log_357]: 20/10/3623

Prototype B_90 is a supposed contraption fabricated in order to "utilize" the means of human continuity and Celican Life combined. Prototype B-90 is a contrivance around 3 meters in length, 4 meters in height, and 2 meters in width; suitable for human placement. B_90 consists of a metallic box, its interior having several large needles that play a part in injecting certain fluids for maximum usage. The external outlook of said contraption has multiple pipes varying in size connected to the rear. The intention behind its innovation is to provide "livestock" for the people and for the survivability of the state. The cause of B_90's invention was due to a virus outbreak created by █████ exterminating 3/4 of the world's population. In truth, it is still unknown how said virus came to be, previous statement was only an assumption made by the public. As a result, Celican life took action, taking the mantle of becoming mankind's right hand to continuity--at a cost.

According to Article 75, RA. 576: for the sake of humanity's persistence, by any means necessary, humane, or inhumane, whatever the process may be, it shall be valid for survival.

It has reached the point where every creature has become that desperate to stretch through those means eventually leading to B_90.

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Three subjects were chosen for testing through a form:

Rove Volre, a 107-year-old male, occupation: unemployed, Biological parent(s): [deceased], Offspring: [deceased], Sibling(s): Unknown, Relatives(s): Unknown, Guardian(s): unknown, Cybernetic implants: heavy. Reason for participating: "I want to do something good for once."

Criminal past: [Theft]

Juer Olympser, a 57-year-old male, occupation: Bookkeeper, Biological parent(s): Father: [Loeuv Olympser] Mother: [Deceased], Sibling(s): [None], Relatives(s): [Unknown], Cybernetic implants: Moderate. Reason for participating: "Money. I need it for my mom's funeral and for my dad's meds."

Criminal past: [Clean]

Eugene Poslove, a 27-year-old male, occupation: Lawyer, Biological Parent(s): Father: [Ulerve Poslove], Mother: [Joly Poslove], Sibling(s): [Folre Poslove {25-year-old, female, aspiring doctor}], [Kolorene Poslove {20-year-old, male, College student, aspiring to be a Lawyer}], Relatives: [Prefer not to say, Cybernetic Implants: [Light]

Reason for participating: "I want to help the people since this is also my job basically. Especially after this pandemic."

Criminal past: [Clean]

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