00C Post: Memory
The air is too clean, too perfect, sterilized and with a metallic hint that only comes from being recycled so often. A low motorized hum acts as the only background noise to his thoughts, and he seems unconcerned with the fact that he cannot see or feel anything; it's as if those channels of the memory have been turned off.
His thoughts are troubled, low-key and serious. 'Who provided those guys with Gundams? I need Veda to examine the data...' A confused noise. 'There's someone in Veda's terminal unit?!'
The hum stops, and he hears the movement of a body; most likely his, as he recognizes the slight grunts of effort as his own. He moves closer to a series of digital noises, the sound of data flowing freely. It's coming from somewhere below him when normally it should be coming from around him.
"Who's down there?" His voice is commanding, almost harsh.
In response to his question, the noises weaken to nothing as their maker shuts down. There's a pause, where everything feels silent and frozen.
"H-How did you get in?" His voice is losing its edge, too taken aback by the impossible nature of what he's found.
A girl who sounds no older than early to mid adolescence giggles, followed by a single tap of feet from a distance. His own surprised intake of breath almost covers the soft noise of hands catching against metal, before the thud of feet landing in front of him echoes in what must be a small area. Her perfume follows close behind, a synthetic blend of flowers that feels like a desecration.
"The normal way." Her voice is cheerful, almost impish, intentionally pitched higher than its normal range.
The answer causes him to gasp.
"You.. Just who are you people?!" His voice is hard and angry, forced on the defensive.
She only giggles again in reply.
"It's a secret!"
His thoughts are troubled, low-key and serious. 'Who provided those guys with Gundams? I need Veda to examine the data...' A confused noise. 'There's someone in Veda's terminal unit?!'
The hum stops, and he hears the movement of a body; most likely his, as he recognizes the slight grunts of effort as his own. He moves closer to a series of digital noises, the sound of data flowing freely. It's coming from somewhere below him when normally it should be coming from around him.
"Who's down there?" His voice is commanding, almost harsh.
In response to his question, the noises weaken to nothing as their maker shuts down. There's a pause, where everything feels silent and frozen.
"H-How did you get in?" His voice is losing its edge, too taken aback by the impossible nature of what he's found.
A girl who sounds no older than early to mid adolescence giggles, followed by a single tap of feet from a distance. His own surprised intake of breath almost covers the soft noise of hands catching against metal, before the thud of feet landing in front of him echoes in what must be a small area. Her perfume follows close behind, a synthetic blend of flowers that feels like a desecration.
"The normal way." Her voice is cheerful, almost impish, intentionally pitched higher than its normal range.
The answer causes him to gasp.
"You.. Just who are you people?!" His voice is hard and angry, forced on the defensive.
She only giggles again in reply.
"It's a secret!"