>Test Flight_ | Ari + Red!Q
There came one cycle when CLUâs Project couldnât stand it anymore, and so stole a Medicâs patch when such programs had their backs turned, and fled to the hangar. It was Hell, this; perfection was an empty promise and despite what every beacon said there was no freedom, merely a string of impossible games bent on making her glitch, and a disgusting code that refused to cooperate. The unstable ISO had quickly grown mad in her cage, and in the earliest cycles had tried throwing herself off the Tower, had tried slicing her own throat. She had been caught, each time, he always had eyes on her, an internal distress pingâand had been thrown back into the cell.
She snuck through the halls now, though not with self-deletion in mind. The broken bird merely wanted to fly.
It wasnât so much to ask, was it?
The door was easily hackedâsome sort of lingering skill from the past she couldnât parseâand she stepped inside.
The awe couldnât be helped at the sight, all the red-lined jets suspended from the curved ceiling, high above her, with its orange lights beaming softly down on the sleek lines and curves of the vehicles. And on the ground, across from the Recognizers, were those which she really admired: the larger planes, fitting three programs, five, some maybe more. She had been taken on one in one of her first outside tasks with a Guard Squad, maybe to give her hope of future allowances. She hadnât been in one since.
Standing next to it now, she traced its geometry with those golden-rimmed eyes, admiring every detail that would lift its powerful shell into the air and take her high above the Grid, going so fast that the Capital would be a mere blur of yellows and blues. One-man jets were thrilling, fastâbut to sit in the pilotâs seat of a plane like this, that was power, was it not? That was freedom.
A noiseâ Frag! Someone was at the door, surely pondering over the hacked keypad. She darted behind the plane and crouched low to the ground, focusing on every sound coming from the entrance. She prayed to the Luminary that whoever it was would be kind, at best a Sentry who in his puzzlement she could easily beat into a stall. But knowing her luck, that probably wasnât the caseâŚ
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