Story Cornelius

[Bill123456789]

In the year 2222, life on the planet Cornelius bustled with the energy of seven billion souls. The underground city of Osaka, a sprawling network of tunnels and chambers, mirrored the vibrancy of the Earth city from which it took its name. But beneath the bustling streets and lively markets lay a darkness that, for some, was impossible to escape. For nineteen-year-old Wii, the echoes of loss were a constant reminder of the fragility of life in a world that had embraced both technology and tragedy.

Wii lived in a modest two-bedroom apartment in the Peachtree Apartments, three floors below the fabled Zero Floor. The Zero Floor was where all the action happened—shops, restaurants, and entertainment thrived there, a dazzling display of human creativity illuminated by artificial lights. But for Wii, the lower levels felt more like home. Here, in the quiet of the underground, she could ponder her thoughts without the incessant buzz of the world above.

The walls of her apartment were adorned with remnants of her past. Photographs of her parents filled the space with warmth and nostalgia—smiling faces captured in moments of joy. Her mother’s laughter echoed in her mind, a sweet melody that occasionally broke through the weight of her grief. But now, laughter felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the crushing reality of what had been taken from her.

Wii’s life had been shattered the day her parents had boarded the subway. An ordinary trip turned extraordinary, as the train derailed under circumstances that remained a mystery. The legal investigation, like so many things in their society, was a bureaucratic maze, and the answers she sought seemed perpetually just out of reach. She had spent countless hours combing through reports and scouring the underground news feeds, but the truth eluded her like a shadow.

Wii awoke with a gentle stretch, her body curling like a cat as she emerged from her warm black cloud—a comforting cocoon of soft fabric that enveloped her through the night. With a yawn that echoed the softness of her dreams, she rolled over, her vibrant yellow Pikachu pajamas. They felt snug against her skin, a reminder of the whimsical spirit she carried with her, even into the grayest of days.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she shuffled to the bathroom, her bare feet making quiet whispers against the cool floor. The toothbrush awaited her, and she squeezed a dollop of minty toothpaste onto the bristles, savoring the fresh burst that followed. Each brush was a ritual, a way to sweep away the remnants of the night and embrace the new day.

Once her teeth sparkled like tiny stars, she stepped into the shower. The water cascaded over her, a warm embrace that melted away any lingering dreams and drudgery. With a joyful hum, she lathered her hair with a floral-scented shampoo that danced around her senses, transforming the mundane into something extraordinary. Once rinsed, she emerged, towels wrapped snugly around her, like a warm hug from the morning sun.

In her bedroom, she opened her closet to choose the day’s attire. After much deliberation, she settled on a cozy yellow wool shirt, its fibers thick and inviting, perfectly matched with a knee-high yellow skirt that twirled playfully with her every move. She slid into her knee-high cotton white socks, which felt like clouds against her legs, before tossing on her sleek black leather jacket—an accessory that added a touch of rebellion to her otherwise cheerful outfit.

Finishing off her look, she perched a black fedora atop her head, tilting it just so, feeling a little more like herself. In her small apartment, every detail mattered. The coffee pot bubbled cheerfully on a rustic wooden stand beside her bed, and as the scent of brewing coffee wafted through the air, she felt herself coming alive.

With a few quick strides, Wii flicked the switch on the old flat-screen television. It flickered to life, illuminating her room with an array of colors. She scrolled through the apps she had installed, but nothing seemed to catch her interest this morning. Disappointment brushed against her spirit momentarily, but she brushed it away. Not every day needed a grand story unfolding on the screen.

Instead, she slipped into her black plastic non-skates, which lifted her an inch and a half above the plush, old green carpet of her bedroom floor. They were more than just footwear; they were a magical ticket to glide through her space effortlessly. With a gleeful push, she hovered into the kitchen, the transition from one room to another as smooth as the coffee swirling in her favorite blue cup. The cup, emblazoned with the cheeky phrase “I have a weapon,” was a throwback to a movie she adored from the year 2220—funny how a simple object could carry such a weight of nostalgia.

With the steaming coffee warming her hands, she took a long sip, allowing the rich flavor to dance on her tongue. As she savored the moment, her eyes drifted around the room, taking in the small details, the quirky artwork hanging on her walls, and the familiar comfort of her space.

Once her coffee cup was drained, she turned her attention to her black cloud bed, which needed a little tidying. The massive green blanket that adorned it was a vivid contrast against the darkness of the cloud. With deft movements, she pulled it up and fluffed it, ensuring her sleeping oasis looked inviting for the next night.

Feeling accomplished, Wii glided into the kitchen where an old refrigerator stood, reminiscent of the 1990s—a metallic behemoth that had seen better days but still held her favorite treats. She peered inside, scanning the shelves until her eyes landed on a bag of pancakes. Perfect! Breakfast was about to get deliciously simple.

She pulled out the pancakes, their warm scent promising comfort, and placed them on a black plastic plate. With a satisfying thud, she slid the plate into the big red box—a futuristic microwave that promised a quick and easy meal. A quick tap of the button and three seconds later, she was met with the satisfying beep that signaled her breakfast was ready.

As she poured butter over the pancakes, the golden pools melted into the fluffy goodness beneath. She sat down at her small wooden table, sinking into the gray plastic lawn chair that felt oddly comforting, and picked up her blue plastic fork. The pancakes, now steaming and inviting, were her reward for a morning well spent.

She took a bite, savoring the soft texture and buttery flavor, letting her mind drift to the possibilities of the day ahead. Just as she settled into a comfortable rhythm, a sound jolted her from her thoughts. There was a knocking on her front door, echoing through her apartment and breaking the peaceful ambiance.

Wii paused mid-bite, her fork hovering in the air. Who could it be? Was it the mailman with a package? Perhaps a neighbor needing assistance? Or maybe it was someone with an invitation for an adventure? She chewed thoughtfully, her mind racing with questions, her heart thumping in her chest. Should she get up? Was it too early for a visit? The knocking persisted, each rap against the door pulling her attention away from her breakfast and deep into her thoughts.

Curiosity swirled within her, battling the comfort of her chair and her delicious pancakes. The day was still young, filled with promise and potential, but this knock might just change everything. With her heart racing, she set down her fork, smoothed her skirt, and prepared to discover what lay beyond her front door, stepping into the unknown with a mixture of excitement and uncertainty, ready for whatever adventure awaited her.

 

[Bill123456789]

Wii in her small little kitchen area, gets up from her small little wooden table. Her tiny table, cluttered with yesterday's mail and a coffee mug, was a sanctuary of normalcy in a life that felt anything but. She slides the pancakes into the food compacter and tosses the plastic plate into the trash. Quickly, she slides to the bathroom like a villain in an old movie, and pulls out a black box that is made out of a waterproof material from out of the back of the pink old toilet.

Wii sits the box on the small pink cluttered counter, next to the small white marble sink with a middle sized mirror behind it. Using her thumb print, as a key, on the top of the box she unlocks the box, and it slowly opens making a strange grinding sound. The box pops and clicks twice before becoming fully open.

Wii reaches down inside the box, and pulls out a stainless steal pink .45 Wingman handgun, with thirty shells in the magazine clip. She turns on the pink lasor scope as someone unknown knocks on the front of her Peachtree small apartment door for the second time. The Wingman however promised protection or perhaps destruction.

She already had, flicked on the pink laser scope, its eerie glow cutting through the shadows. It was a weapon that felt like a curse more than a shield, a token of her isolation in a world that felt more and more hostile to her day by day. Wii places the barrel of the Wingman handgun down in the inside pocket of her black leather jacket. The gun rests between her jacket and her yellow shirt.

She slides into her living room on her black plastic non-skates trying not to bump anything or make sounds. She didn't want whomever was in the hallway knocking to know she was coming to the front door. Once at the door she draws the wingman into her right hand. Wii slides the chain locks onto the front door. There are now two small copper chains that go from the frame of the door, to two slide devices made of copper mounted to the door that keep the door from coming open more then a inch and one third.

Before opening the door she looks at the small monitor along the wall next to the door. Wii has inserted a small microscopic camera through the peek hole of the empty apartment across the hallway from her own. Standing in the empty somewhat dark hallway is an hourglass looking black female.

She is wearing slim blue jeans, black skates with highlighted glow wheels, a blue cotton button up shirt, and a black snake skin jacket. Her hair is in long locks that extend half way down her back. She also has a wristband bio-watch in her right wrist, extending to her right palm, and coats her touch point and middle finger, that is currently in flashlight mode.

Wii quickly cracks open the door and peaks out the gun just enough so the female in the hallway spots it. Alice raises her hands and disarms the flashlight with her thumb.

"I'm Alice, from Gaia online. You wrote a post about a train derailment and how you couldn't find out how it happened. My brother also died on that train. You never said why you was asking questions on the interlink online? everyone I know who asked questions like that, families of other victims. I can't find them. Thinking you was a victim I hacked you, and found your cyberpunk footprint. I had to get to you before you vanished and I was all alone. I think this derailed train that killed all our loved ones is so classified that they killed off anyone having anything to do with it. They want it done and over with, and forgotten. Please do not shoot me," Alice explained with a look of fear on her face.

Wii slowly returned her Wingman back under her jacket. Wii stood there looking at Alice not sure what to think about all that Alice said.

+++Wii+++Alpha Centauri+++Planet Cornelius+++Osaka Underground City+++Floor 3+++Peachtree Apartments+++Apartment 666+++3:16 Pm+++
+++Alice+++Alpha Centauri+++Planet Cornelius+++Osaka Underground City+++Floor 3+++Peachtree Apartments+++Hallway out of Apartment 666+++3:16 Pm+++
by @Bill123456789

 

[Bill123456789]

Alice and Wii sits on Floor Zero in the center of Osaka in a massive food court eating BBQ boneless chicken after waiting in line for an hour. This food court is rumored to be in the center of Osaka in Alpha Hallway. There are about ten thousand others also eating. They sit at the center looking at others while they eat, and try not to stair.

"This is the food court above the train station. My brother or your parents might have ate here before getting on the train. Backtracking can be rather hard if you don't have CCTV to confirm things. Do you see anyone acting strange," Alice asked with her cup over her mouth before taking a drink?

"I don't see anything, no one stands out, yet, let's try the station next," Wii said before finishing her chicken.

Alice takes Wii by the hand, and skated her to the train station area in the food court. Wii wonders why Alice would take her hand as her heart rate changed. Something new, maybe a odd lust feeling rushes over her that she had never undergone before? Half way down the dirty metal steps, partly covered in trash, they stop and Alice turns to Wii.

"Pretend you're my girlfriend, and relax. You're going to blow this," Alice whispered.

Alice kisses Wii, and it shocked Wii, making her almost jump upwards. When coming back from the kiss, Alice hugs Wii in a long hug, while doing this Alice watched to see if anyone following them, from the food court, had came to a quick stop. Sadly there was no one, and Alice lets Wii out of the hug who has a confused look on her face.

"Let's not ever do that again," Wii said.

"No one is following. That's not a reason to give up, look around at the bench for crazy people, keep watching," Alice said as she continued down through the train station pulling Wii along still holding her hand.

Alice doesn't let go of Wii's hand as they sit on a fiberglass pink plastic bench. They look around to see hundreds of people waiting for the trains. There are thirty five trains at this station, Wii recalls, and for the two of them, it was to much.

"I don't have enemies, this is to much for the two of us, and I don't think anyone wants to kill me," Wii said as Alice looked upset as if Wii was giving up.

Alice lets go of Wii's hand and sighs. Alice cries soon after, and Wii feels bad about how hard this investigation was going to be. Just then there are five booming sounds that Alice identifies as gun shots as people start scattering and run out of the station, and some of them run up the steps while others run down the train track tunnel.

"Gunfire," Alice said, before tackling Wii to the gross dirty floor covered in unfinished food, trash, and who knows what else.

While Alice covers herself over Wii, she has a strange thought of reaching out and touching Wii but doesn't do it, and the thought is gone within a second. Alice makes sure Wii is covered by her body. Alice watches, from the floor, as the security force runs towards the gun fire and shoot someone with an electric net. Sadly because of the shooters location, Alice is unable to see who the shooter was.

"Thank you, but they got the person, please get off me," Wii said feeling ashamed that something was making her blood pump and it might not be the shooter.

Alice gets up, pulls Wii up from the floor, and brushes the cigarette-butt off Wii's skirt with her hand. Wii is shocked Alice brushes her skirt.

"I got it," Wii said in an angry tone, as two female EMS workers walk by them, wearing red and white Osaka Hospital uniforms, with the shooter in a black body bag, and on a red medical gurney.

"Looks like our next step is the Osaka Hospital morgue? Do you agree," Alice asked?

"Yes, we need to find who this person was, and why they was shooting at me, or even you for that matter. Looks like the investigation took a left handed turn. I want to know who derailed that train, with no survivers, and killed our family members. I will follow their pawns, even into Osaka Hospital if need be. Lets not stop, even if we got to follow evil devils into the fires of Hell," Wii said with a look of rage on her face.

+++Wii & Alice+++Alpha Centauri+++Planet Cornelius+++Osaka Underground City+++Floor 0+++Hells Chicken Food Court+++Alpha Hallway+++3:44 Pm+++
+++Wii & Alice+++Alpha Centauri+++Planet Cornelius+++Osaka Underground City+++Floor 0+++Train Station 1+++Boarding Platform 33+++3:49 Pm+++
By @Bill123456789

 

[Bill123456789]

Wii sits on a large blue plastic bench on Zero Floor in Beta Hallway across from Osaka Hospital. The hallway is full of people from the comic book signing in the store behind her, the food merchants having a discount sell on food in the middle of the hallway, and last, there appears to be a birthday party with clowns, of someone famous outside the Burger King next to the hospital.

Suddenly a man in his eighties, white, and dressed in a cotton shirt and plastic pants brings his food over from a vender and sits on the other end of the bench Wii is in the middle of. An hour passes and the old man finished eating but didn't eat all his food tossing the plastic plate on the floor before walking away.

Alice comes out of the hospital lobby to see Wii is drinking a large fountain drink and is being watched by a young woman, about twenty two, white, and red hair outside the Burger King. Alice makes her way over to Wii.

"There is someone watching," Wii said softly covering her mouth with the drink, as Alice sits next to Wii

"No access, sorry. Some one is in the morgue, a lot of someone's, because this hospitals morgue is full, if you trust the staff here," Alice said.

"So you was denied, and the morgue is full? So you are talking, over three hundred bodies, right," Wii asked?

"They wouldn't let me in, and I even played the crying wife part," Alice said.

"They must have my mother and father inside. Lets wait for a shift change," Wii said.

Suddenly the girl who was watching them, appears in front of them, as if by teleporting. She is wearing a short yellow sleeveless dress. Lillis points at the plate, of left over food, on the white floor, with a mad look on her face.

"That wasn't me," Wii said.

"My name is Lillis and I live behind the Burger King. This area belongs to me," Lillis said in a booming and demanding voice.

"Help me clean this up Alice, trust me, please," Wii said.

Together, they clean up the food the old man left behind, and toss it into a large metal blue trash can. Alice cleans her hands by wiping her hands on, the front, of Wii's dirty yellow skirt. Lillis spots Alice wiping her hands on Wii's dirty skirt. Lillis, with clean hands, does the same, and loves the feeling of Wii's perfect butt with her hands. Wii's heart races and she wonders if she likes Lillis? Because lust fills Wii, as Lillis looks at her chest. Lillis unzips Wii's jacket, and jumps back once spotting the handle of the Wingman handgun.

"Lillis this is your spot? You hang out here? What can you tell us about Osaka Hospital? Tell us about the dead bodies? How did you teleport from over there to here," Wii asked?

"Yes but I will not help you. I want something first. I also can't guarantee my information will be useful," Lillis said.

"What do you want? I am Wii and this is Alice, and I'm pulling her along in my train derailment investigation," Wii said.

"I want you alone, in the bathroom of that Burger King, in a stall," Lillis said with a lustful look on her face.

"No way, you're not getting her," Alice said looking upset.

"Deal, I'll do whatever you want. You can do whatever you want to me. Alice wait here," Wii said as Lillis puts her hands on Wii's shoulders.

Lillis and Wii appear in a bathroom stall in the Burger King. The stall is covered in graffiti and the floor is layered in food and other trash, and the toilet has a piss smell. Lillis pins Wii to a wall and just hugs Wii for ten minutes.

"Alice is member of Hill. An evil organization that steals money and is reported to abuse people. I'm going to stay with you, and protect you from her. You're talking about Train One, your investigation? It was rumored to be done by Hill," Lillis whispered.

Lillis kisses Wii and Wii's heart races. Wii loved the feel of Her lips. A second later, they teleport back to the bench next to Alice.

"Thank you Lillis, you rocked my world. That was the best I ever had," Wii said with a smile.

"I am a Necromancer, and I teleport without technology. To answer your question, yes, they brought the bodies of the train derailment here, in black body bags. Over one hundred bodies. Three days later they brought in another thirty five in black body bags. Every week they bring in one or two new bodies of the Ying. The Ying are a group of outsiders who show up dead here and in other hospitals. My mother is a nurse, and she works in Village Hospital. I don't yet know if there is a connection of the Ying and the derailment of Train One? Maybe another group is behind the derailment and the Ying got captured in the crossfire of something else? Maybe someone in the Ying leadership died in the derailment? This is what I captured from teleporting into the hospital records room, but that's about it. I hope that was helpful." Lillis said.

"Yes, and you are coming with me. I need to shower, eat, and change clothing. I need you to do some teleporting for me," Wii said.

"You can't bring her along, how can you trust her," Alice asked in a shocked voice?

"I just, trust, her. I, like, her, she is, beautiful, inside, and out. I'm, trusting, her, the same way, I am, trusting you. I'm trusting you, so, trust me, in return," Wii said in a slow serious voice,

+++Wii & Alice+++Alpha Centauri+++Planet Cornelius+++Osaka Underground City+++Floor 0+++Outside Osaka Hospital+++Beta Hallway+++5:11 Pm+++
+++Lillis+++Alpha Centauri+++Planet Cornelius+++Osaka Underground City+++Floor 0+++Outside Burger King+++Beta Hallway+++5:12 Pm+++
+++Lillis and Wii+++Alpha Centauri+++Planet Cornelius+++Osaka Underground City+++Floor 0+++Inside Burger King+++Beta Hallway+++5:13 Pm+++
+++Lillis, Wii, & Alice+++Alpha Centauri+++Planet Cornelius+++Osaka Underground City+++Floor 0+++Outside Osaka Hospital+++Beta Hallway+++5:27 Pm+++
By @Bill123456789