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When he had dreams. He never saw anything. He only heard voices.
They never made any sense and they didn’t sound like anyone he knew. This was one of those dreams.
“Rutledge you have to be careful. If he dies in there he’ll die in real life,” a woman said. “And once the copy is completely made. he’ll die,”
Another person let out a grunt.
“I’m serious. I can only delay it for so long,”
There was the sound of something unbuckling.
“We both know he won’t be defeated by 1’s and 0’s,”
That voice sounded vaguely familiar.
The woman sighed “we’ve lost before to lines of codes,“
There was silence for a moment before the other man who he assumed was Rutledge grunted again as he heard thudding footsteps that got closer to him until the owner of those footsteps were right next to him.
There was someone walking in heels. The sound got closer to him. “Deny it all you want but we know it’s the truth. The only reason we’re standing here over his body is because of us,” the owner of those footsteps was standing on the other side of him. “We lost and it wasn’t even worth it. We destroyed what we wanted to protect,”
“We were doing what was right,” he argued. “If those tincans-“
“We were doing what we thought was right.” She corrected him before sighing. “Right sorry. Not the time,” she continued “Once you and him wake up. I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to escape the building but I will erase the copy that we have of him.” She said. “If he dies then they will not be able to make another copy,”
“So after we escape from that. It’s escape or I kill him,”
“Exactly. In order to leave he will have to willingly leave. Just leave through the borders with him fully knowing what he’s in and he wants to escape,”
He grunted again. “That’s easy,”
“I wouldn’t say that,” the woman said before she sighed again. “He has the perfect life. No omnic crisis happened in there,”
There was a bit of silence for a bit before “just tell me what this…place is like. And can it with the guilty crap. Got it?”
They kept talking about something but their voices became more distant as if he was walking away but he didn’t want to. He had so many questions and he wanted to reach out to them. Demand to know what the hell is going on.
Jamison fawkes woke up. Ready to honestly go back to sleep if it weren’t for the alarm clock reminding him that yes he had actual things to do.
He slowly pushed himself to sit up. He tried to remember his dream but ultimately failed. It was harder to remember dreams when you can’t even see in them.
Actually he remembered one thing. The guys voice. It’s not everyday you heard such a rough and deep voice so that would definitely be something to remember.
For later use of course.
He put on his prothestics. The arm and leg were made to look just like his old arm and leg. If he could he’d get the arm and leg tattooed so it would have all the scars and marks he had as a child.
He got up and dressed. His house was two bedroom although one of the bedrooms was actually a video game room. He had mostly first person shooters. He didn’t know why but he loved playing them all throughout the night. He mostly loved characters that had something to do with explosions. He…honestly had no idea why. Just one day they were filming a movie with an explosion that Jamie’s character caused and…boom. He had to stand there for a second before he started laughing and giggling which wasn’t in the script but everyone loved it so much that it was kept in the movie. That explosion just kick started his whole career and his secret fascination with explosions.
Speaking of careers: he should probably get going.
He had to meet with his agent. A week ago he came out as gay and well people weren’t okay with that. It was 2080 for fucks sake. People were gay.
Get over it.
He started getting threats and of course he didn’t take it seriously and made a joke about it in a interview which caused people to get even more pissed. So now he was actually in trouble. According to Dallas, He needed a full on bodyguard to basically stalk him and ‘intervene when things got bad’ aka nobody thought he could take care of himself.
He slipped his tshirt on. The tshirt was of an old local play he did right before he got noticed and his career skyrocketed. He smiled as he remembered meeting his agent for the first time wearing the bright neon green abomination that he cherished so much.
He almost got lost in nostalgia but the alarm he set every five minutes to warn him to keep on track helped him get back on task. He put on his jeans as he thought back to the voice. Again. Trying not to think too hard on it or else he’d have to take a cold shower. He didn’t know why but he wasn’t too fond of showers. He still did them every night. But he fucking hated it- Wait shit not the point. The point was he was very sure he knew that voice. He thought back to any ex boyfriend he had. He dated a lot of guys with deep voices but god none like that.
His phone rang again. Shit he scrambled to get some socks and shoes on. His used to be completely white shoes when he was highschool but now covered in faded doodles- Okay if he doesnt eat breakfast by the time the next alarm goes off than he is screwed. Destined to not eat until after a meeting with his agent Dallas. Well agent was a term that Jamison felt guilty about introducing him as. He basically did so much for him it was like Dallas was his dad.
Speaking of Dallas. this time he got a text which he opened.
[Dallas: I’m coming to your house with the bodyguard. We‘ll be driving by the way since I wanted to take you somewhere so you could get a chance to talk]
Jamison sighed and sent him a thumbs up emoji and nothing else. Dallas’s office was semi-close to his house which was why he chose this specific house but traffic was a nightmare.
He got up after tying his shoes finally. Dallas taking anyone Somewhere meant somewhere he could eat. And this time no matter how much David protested. He was gonna fucking pay for it. He had every single argument ready.
He looked in the mirror. His hair was all fucking over the place just how he liked it. He knew people thought it made him look like some fucking crazy mad man but he liked it.
Wait shit what was he doing? He smacked both his cheeks with his hands to focus himself. Get ready and get your arguments ready. That was the plan. He looked himself over. Okay he was ready. His stomach immediately made him loose focus again…and it brought up such a compelling complaint. He knew Dallas would take him to eat but his stomach couldn’t wait. He went to the kitchen and grabbed himself about three bags of fruit snacks. He opened the first one with his teeth determined to get that gummy goodness. He heard it fucked up the teeth but quite literally he wasn’t bothered by that.
He poured his treasure into his mouth and did the same to the others feeling quite proud and his stomach finally agreed with him.
He forgot what he was thinking about.
He heard someone knock on the door and ran to it.
There was Dallas who gave him a hug smiling.
Well he would assume he’d be smiling if he could cause you know. He’s an onmic and all that. However his eyes widened at the person behind Dallas.
The man was huge like Jamie was tall but the man was huge. He wore a blue medical mask and sunglasses. God matching his whole mysterious tall man type. “G’day mate!” He said cheerfully doing some finger guns at him. He completely forgot he was supposed to be mad to have a professional stalker because goddamn.
“Hi,” the stranger said.
Jamie almost melted right then and there.