Forty Days of Flash Fic: Day Thirty-Four
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jeriendhalAnd we finally get to the last bit of Angela's story.
Kitty led her to a van with a handicapped lift, staying with her as the door was shut and it drove off, down into the tunnel. After about a hundred meters it turned left, leaving the rest of the convoy behind, rising up again into the red dawn's light.
They were outside the city, Angela could see, the white walls rising above a grassy plain. For a brief moment her heart rose in the hope that she was going to be let go, that Kitty had talked the rest of the Groupmind into the idea that she wasn't a threat. That was until they drove through a triple layer of security fences and into a walled compound the size of a couple of football pitches. A small apartment building sat in one corner, with some kind of rec center/dining next to it. The rest of the area was occupied by a jogging track, tennis courts, what looked some kind of obstacle course and various other healthy, outdoorsy activities.
As she stepped out of the van, Angela could see men and women, each shepherded by morphs in various shapes, exercising without enthusiasm. Most of them were as heavy as she was, some were even larger, and all of them appeared to sweating.
"What's all this, Kitty?" she asked. "It looks like a fat camp." She shuddered in memory of a couple of painful summers.
"That's a very prejudicial term," Kitty said neutrally. "This centre is to help you and the others here reach a more healthy body mass."
"Whatever for?" Angela demanded. "I mean, you're just going to do to me whatever was you were going to do to the rest of the people in my apartment, aren't you?"
Kitty, for the first time since this entire nightmare had begun over a year ago, actually looked embarrassed. "Yes, but you see, the Processing Storage Units are constructed for a... more... average body weight."
"And I don't fit."
"No."
"So for long as I'm fat, you can't stick into whatever it is that you want to stick me in?"
Kitty nodded. "That's right." When she saw the bright smile rising on Angela's face, she hastened to add, "There will be controlled portions of food at every meal of course."
"Oh, there always are," Angela said, still grinning fiercely. "There always are."
Kitty led her to a van with a handicapped lift, staying with her as the door was shut and it drove off, down into the tunnel. After about a hundred meters it turned left, leaving the rest of the convoy behind, rising up again into the red dawn's light.
They were outside the city, Angela could see, the white walls rising above a grassy plain. For a brief moment her heart rose in the hope that she was going to be let go, that Kitty had talked the rest of the Groupmind into the idea that she wasn't a threat. That was until they drove through a triple layer of security fences and into a walled compound the size of a couple of football pitches. A small apartment building sat in one corner, with some kind of rec center/dining next to it. The rest of the area was occupied by a jogging track, tennis courts, what looked some kind of obstacle course and various other healthy, outdoorsy activities.
As she stepped out of the van, Angela could see men and women, each shepherded by morphs in various shapes, exercising without enthusiasm. Most of them were as heavy as she was, some were even larger, and all of them appeared to sweating.
"What's all this, Kitty?" she asked. "It looks like a fat camp." She shuddered in memory of a couple of painful summers.
"That's a very prejudicial term," Kitty said neutrally. "This centre is to help you and the others here reach a more healthy body mass."
"Whatever for?" Angela demanded. "I mean, you're just going to do to me whatever was you were going to do to the rest of the people in my apartment, aren't you?"
Kitty, for the first time since this entire nightmare had begun over a year ago, actually looked embarrassed. "Yes, but you see, the Processing Storage Units are constructed for a... more... average body weight."
"And I don't fit."
"No."
"So for long as I'm fat, you can't stick into whatever it is that you want to stick me in?"
Kitty nodded. "That's right." When she saw the bright smile rising on Angela's face, she hastened to add, "There will be controlled portions of food at every meal of course."
"Oh, there always are," Angela said, still grinning fiercely. "There always are."
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Date: 2012-07-24 01:45 am (UTC)Why do these fics remind me of the Alliance in the Firefly 'verse?
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Date: 2012-07-24 09:34 am (UTC)Though admittedly they might look at the project that created the Reavers and go "Nice idea, bad execution."
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Date: 2012-07-24 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-25 12:43 am (UTC)