Post by Ivy Villanueva on Feb 3, 2016 20:51:25 GMT
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It was evening, and a herd was making its way to the mess hall. They came in a steady flow from the conference rooms, some traveling clumped together, chatting and laughing, some alone. It was nearing the end of the day. The work was over, and it was time to play. Spirits were high.
Ivy hovered at the edge of the corridor, absorbing it all, letting them pass by her. Her eyes scanned the crowd. It was merely hours after she had awoken. As her official schedule would start tomorrow, she had spent her time wandering the base, acclimating to the barracks and what seemed like hundreds of other rooms connected by twisting hallways like a maze. It would take some time to learn to navigate. While she walked, she thought, and she felt. Her thoughts were too messy to untangle, so she focused on sensations. Her body felt steady and reliable, like a newly-tuned instrument, and her brain was sharper than ever. With her newfound powers she could distinguish each human mind in the crowd, and manipulate it, if she wished.
The urge was strong. The throng was like a playground of untapped potential. None of them knew what she could do, though news had probably disseminated about the new recruit in their midst. The minds swirled around her and she followed them hungrily to into the hall, swept along through the line while a tray in her hands was piled with rich food. She sat alone in the middle of a table, facing away from most of their gazes. A woman passed near to her, and Ivy almost relented. It would be so easy to slip something into her brain, just something small like a wisp of happiness or sadness, but she shouldn't. It would attract attention, and then there would be some sort of scene, and then she would have to explain herself when she wasn't even sure if she could. It was her power, and she was proud of it, and she wanted to test its limits to see what she was capable of. But something inside her warned that it was intrusive, an invasion of privacy. Tampering with emotions was something Ivy considered to be fundamentally wrong, when not used for gainful purpose towards the unity and prosperity of Unica.
Was that true? The idea was already in her head, pre-programmed. Ivy closed her eyes briefly. It was all so new and confusing. She needed time to sort out what she knew and what was missing. She was Ivy Villanueva, Private Villanueva now, and she was a powered person of Unica. Her mission was to serve and protect. But underneath all of that was the blank space she had noticed before, the things in her mind that had been painted over. Past memories? Who am I? She briefly wondered if that question was even legal. Am I supposed to be thinking this?
A sharp pain hit her temple again, and she rubbed it as she spooned vegetables into her mouth. She would not concern herself with that now. She would focus on the here and now. Her power, her position, and the others she had yet to meet.
It was evening, and a herd was making its way to the mess hall. They came in a steady flow from the conference rooms, some traveling clumped together, chatting and laughing, some alone. It was nearing the end of the day. The work was over, and it was time to play. Spirits were high.
Ivy hovered at the edge of the corridor, absorbing it all, letting them pass by her. Her eyes scanned the crowd. It was merely hours after she had awoken. As her official schedule would start tomorrow, she had spent her time wandering the base, acclimating to the barracks and what seemed like hundreds of other rooms connected by twisting hallways like a maze. It would take some time to learn to navigate. While she walked, she thought, and she felt. Her thoughts were too messy to untangle, so she focused on sensations. Her body felt steady and reliable, like a newly-tuned instrument, and her brain was sharper than ever. With her newfound powers she could distinguish each human mind in the crowd, and manipulate it, if she wished.
The urge was strong. The throng was like a playground of untapped potential. None of them knew what she could do, though news had probably disseminated about the new recruit in their midst. The minds swirled around her and she followed them hungrily to into the hall, swept along through the line while a tray in her hands was piled with rich food. She sat alone in the middle of a table, facing away from most of their gazes. A woman passed near to her, and Ivy almost relented. It would be so easy to slip something into her brain, just something small like a wisp of happiness or sadness, but she shouldn't. It would attract attention, and then there would be some sort of scene, and then she would have to explain herself when she wasn't even sure if she could. It was her power, and she was proud of it, and she wanted to test its limits to see what she was capable of. But something inside her warned that it was intrusive, an invasion of privacy. Tampering with emotions was something Ivy considered to be fundamentally wrong, when not used for gainful purpose towards the unity and prosperity of Unica.
Was that true? The idea was already in her head, pre-programmed. Ivy closed her eyes briefly. It was all so new and confusing. She needed time to sort out what she knew and what was missing. She was Ivy Villanueva, Private Villanueva now, and she was a powered person of Unica. Her mission was to serve and protect. But underneath all of that was the blank space she had noticed before, the things in her mind that had been painted over. Past memories? Who am I? She briefly wondered if that question was even legal. Am I supposed to be thinking this?
A sharp pain hit her temple again, and she rubbed it as she spooned vegetables into her mouth. She would not concern herself with that now. She would focus on the here and now. Her power, her position, and the others she had yet to meet.
