It was simply a blank room, filled with nothing but white. It went on endlessly, and endlessly. The room was palatial, not as splendid like a palace, and was empty. Like I said before.
Cracks began to emerge, dark and clouded cracks that spread through the room. You may be left dumbfounded, but everything will be clear after the story is told. For this universe has just begun.
There was an apartment in New York City. Inside there was a young woman grimacing at the fire being used to make a machine while sitting on the ground. It is highly dangerous to use fire in an apartment, but she didn’t care. The lady had a frown while making the machine of scrap, giving her the look of someone sulking with the face of anger from the flames.
The lady had her hair put in a halfway, half of her hair was shaved while on the other side had dark hair with bluish dye at the the ends of it.
While the woman worked on her machine, a robot came walking into the room. It was a tiny robot with a screen for a face. The robot had silver cords for its mainframe, along with plugs for hands and feet. The screen showed a genial pixelated face.
It walked up to the woman from behind.
“Hell0~” said the robot with great charisma towards its creator, making the woman annoyed.
“I’m busy,” said the woman in an irate tone. She looked back at the robot, with great rage in her eyes.
“I just wanted to check up on you,” said the robot as the female human went back into pondering on about what to do with her invention. The robot knew that he annoyed the human, but it was her fault for programing him that way.
“Any who,” continued the robot. “When will you call your mother, Beck?”
“What?!” exclaimed the woman. “I am working on a very intricate machine, and you think I have time to call Rebecca!”
“She is your mother,” said the robot in a surprising voice that could soothe even a person like Beck. “Plus, we both know that you are not getting anywhere with that machine.”
Beck had to agree, she threw the lighter on the ground. Then she hugged her legs, with defeat. She then finally got up, and looked out of her window. It was night, which allowed the many lights of New York City’s buildings to console all her anguish and frustration.
The city with all of its lustrous lights and ideas were the main reason why she stayed in New York. The city was filled with vivid people who would walk all day in the streets, sharing shoulders with complete strangers, but at night would get intoxicated at the best bar with minors and the rich. That was the beauty of this city, nearly everyone wanted the same thing, freedom.
While Beck was lost in the thought of the city, the robot couldn’t watch his creator constantly doze off from her actual job with these side projects. But, he had to do what she said, or else she might even shut him down. She had down it before, so what would stop her the next time.
As Beck went out of her daze, she picked up her failed project, and threw it in the trash like the piece of garbage it was. Beck was always the pessimistic, if something was meant to fail or go wrong, she would bring it up. It was simply in her nature, and the way she was brought up when she was young.
The robot followed with an irritated face, even though he had the face of lines and squares. He also was like Beck in some ways, but she never really acknowledged it.
“Still, it would be a great idea to call her,” continued the robot. “Afterall she did give you the money in order to have a life. And, taught you true virtue, well at least some of it.”
Beck looked back at him with the same fiery flame that was there before. “T.I.M, what the hell do you mean?”
“Your family owns a multi millionaire company,” said T.I.M. “That holds great significance in the world we live in today, but you don’t want to run it. Instead, you waste your time in this small apartment, making inventions like me, along with the small amount of work you barely do.”
“I recruit kids for college,” said Beck in a stern tone. “It pays well, and I don’t want to run a company that sells hair dryers. I mean, who would?!”
“The woman who raised you apparently,” replied T.I.M, knowing very well that he just sparked a flame that was bound to burn him to scrap.
As Beck began to approach him, a light began to rise between them, a white circle glowing of vast light. Both of them couldn’t believe their eyes when they saw it, it left them both speechless. T.I.M couldn’t move, but Beck reacted quickly.
“GET BEHIND THE COUNTER NOW!” screeched Beck as she ran to the counter. T.I.M finally moved after staring at the light for sometime, he at first simply ambled his way, but then he finally caught up with what was going on. He started to race there, and made it.
Beck went through the shelves of the counter, looking into her hidden compartment for her gun and emergency phone. She herself knew that being paranoid meant living longer than everyone else, for it saved her life many times.
She had hidden compartments all over the place, for safety. It had happened before when a random competitor of her family’s business would hire someone to kidnap their kids, but because of Beck’s traps in everyday life not a single one was able to catch her without a few scars.
They stayed behind the counter while the light grew to become gargantuan, spreading across the floor for both of them to see. Beck grasped her gun in one hand, and the emergency phone in another. While T.I.M on the other hand could only gawk at the light going around them.
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