Re: Hunting a Hologram

> They finally cornered Allie in a corridor. It appeared that she
was heading back to her quarters. "Fletcher! You're leaking a
leathal gas! If you come with us, we can fix it before it gets out
>of hand."
Allie wasn't actually returning to her quarters, she was leaving
them. She was heading to the promenade. She was planning on going
softlight so no one could touch her and sitting in the middle of the
promenade till the poison gas was released. Perfect.
The sound of a livie's voice made Allie's skin crawl. She turned
around and stared at Dirk with fire in her eyes.
"I'm quite aware of what's happening inside me," Allie said slowly,
vemon in her voice, "and I've been waiting for this to happen." She
coughed violently. "Try to stop me. I dare you. You'll only make it
worse." Her breath began to get short. "I'm looking forward to your
death. All of your deaths. You only have 15 minutes before the gas is
released."
"Why, Allie?" Dirk demanded. "Why do you hate the living?"
Allie fell to her knees. "Because that's exactly what you are.
Alive. I'm dead. I'll always be dead. You still have time to live,
get old and have kids and all that stuff that goes along with being
alive." Allie scoffed. "Crap, this is worse than Goth poetry. Go
ahead, throw me out of the ship, out into space where my bee will
release the gas and then freeze, making me officially dead. Go on. I
give up. I'm too sick to fight you, but I would if I could, you
filthy bag of flesh." She collapsed on her back, staring up at the
ceiling of the corridor. She saw Dirk and the goons gather around her.
Allie started to laugh. "The time is going fast. Only ten minutes,
now." She closed her eyes. "9 and a half minutes," she whispered and
then fell into another exhausted sleep.
<Better hurry up>