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N-Zone part 01
May. 2nd, 2011 12:13 pm "So have you seen your site?" Johnny asks as they hide behind a huge plate of titanium Ben is holding up while Susan, Reed and all the technicians continue their calculations and countdown to another teleportation test.
"What are you talking about?" Ben says not really paying attention as he's more worried about what's happening at the controls. What if something worse happens to me?
"Your website," Johnny clarifies. "You've heard of this thing called the internet right?"
"'Course, I play Farmville and WoW but I don't have a website."
"Yes you do, 'whatisthisthing.org'. You should check it out. Someone got some bad photos of you and put them up. Looks like Ross's goons aren't as good as they think they are. I don't get why no one's put up a site about me though. I mean come on, fire beats rocks!"
Distracted they miss the final countdown and the hum of the transporter charging up. There's a flash of light and then the scientists are cheering. Ben's fighting the panic and takes a deep steadying breath.
"Hey, you okay?' Johnny whispers, concern clear in his voice. He may raze Ben but he feels for the guy. IT's just his way of distracting him from the mirror.
"Pttt, I'm fine," Ben manages and then calls out, "Did it work?"
"It worked," Reed replies.
"Okay. Now explain to me again what that means?"
"Dude," Johnny interrupts with a wicked grin, "you are so dumb. You are as dumb as a sack of rocks. Which is what you look like, so..."
Ben looks over his shoulder at Johnny. "I could snap your neck with my eyelid. So why don't you explain it to me? Or I might decide I need some practice with that."
Johnny throws a dismissive hand towards Ben and turns to leave. "Explain it to the man, Reed. I'm busy."
Is this the face of human evolution as mutant propaganda would have us believe?
This site should have a warning for younger viewers or be adult only. My child saw this and had nightmares for days.
Sighing Ben closes the lid and lays down on his concrete bed to stare at the stars. He doesn't even notice the tears.
"What are you talking about?" Ben says not really paying attention as he's more worried about what's happening at the controls. What if something worse happens to me?
"Your website," Johnny clarifies. "You've heard of this thing called the internet right?"
"'Course, I play Farmville and WoW but I don't have a website."
"Yes you do, 'whatisthisthing.org'. You should check it out. Someone got some bad photos of you and put them up. Looks like Ross's goons aren't as good as they think they are. I don't get why no one's put up a site about me though. I mean come on, fire beats rocks!"
Distracted they miss the final countdown and the hum of the transporter charging up. There's a flash of light and then the scientists are cheering. Ben's fighting the panic and takes a deep steadying breath.
"Hey, you okay?' Johnny whispers, concern clear in his voice. He may raze Ben but he feels for the guy. IT's just his way of distracting him from the mirror.
"Pttt, I'm fine," Ben manages and then calls out, "Did it work?"
"It worked," Reed replies.
"Okay. Now explain to me again what that means?"
"Dude," Johnny interrupts with a wicked grin, "you are so dumb. You are as dumb as a sack of rocks. Which is what you look like, so..."
Ben looks over his shoulder at Johnny. "I could snap your neck with my eyelid. So why don't you explain it to me? Or I might decide I need some practice with that."
Johnny throws a dismissive hand towards Ben and turns to leave. "Explain it to the man, Reed. I'm busy."
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That night Ben pulls out his laptop and carefully types out the URL Johnny mentioned and begins to read...
Some kind of alien monster! And just what is our military doing about it? Or the Ultimates?Is this the face of human evolution as mutant propaganda would have us believe?
This site should have a warning for younger viewers or be adult only. My child saw this and had nightmares for days.
Sighing Ben closes the lid and lays down on his concrete bed to stare at the stars. He doesn't even notice the tears.
