Demon of Denon
Denon/Location Unknown
Time Unknown/Weather Unknown
It was like a never-ending bad dream. Xan wasn't sure when she arrived or even when she realised she wasn't dead. She didn't have a clue what was going on. The one moment she was still strapped into that damned chair and then she was here... wherever here is. It was all a blur. But one thing was for sure: she wasn't sure if she was dead or not.
She didn't feel dead. Then again, she wasn't sure how being dead felt. She didn't have a body or face or anything. Just a weird digitised scramble that gave her a vague idea that she was still something. The area couldn't even be called that. It was just blackness with lines of binary sailing around her. What made her confused was what the codes were. Access protocols, orders, permissions, directives... things she was used to seeing on a terminal screen. That and the fact that everything was digital gave her the idea that she wasn't dead.
She floated around aimlessly. One moment she was somewhere and then suddenly it felt like she was somewhere else... only she wasn't anywhere. She was nowhere... yet everywhere.
She focused on one of the lines and suddenly there were more. She read through them, figuring out what was going on. The next moment she had even more lines bombarding her with more information. Nothing made a lick of sense... yet it did.
She wasn't sure how long she was there. The silence, lack of anything and constant stream of data didn't give her any indication of time... and suddenly a code was telling her the date and time. She wasn't sure if she even had a heart anymore that could sink. She didn't feel anything. No hunger, fatigue, emotions, anything... yet she did feel something. She had been gone for weeks, months even.
A code caught her attention. She focused on it as well and suddenly she saw it all. What happened to Frankie, where she was, what she was. She wasn't herself anymore. She was just another line of code alongside more lines of code. She was an artificial intelligence. It didn't make sense to her... then suddenly it did as another line of code split into more lines of code. That chair. That damned chair. They took everything. They took everything and made her into nothing. A simple code on a hard drive in some server somewhere in a corpo den. From the IP address it looked like CorpSec HQ but then the IP switched to somewhere else. Was she being... moved around the server? Or was she moving herself around?
She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to do something, anything!
Yet she was nothing. And she could do nothing.
Kadora'Tra