*Thuwumph*
The iron pipe hit the lock and sparks of blue vapor flew into void.
"I'm so excited Hatch. Is it books? Tell me it's books."
Eights hopped from foot to foot, her knees pivoting in an exaggerated march. She held her hands clenched at her side around the hem of her skirt.
"If you don't stop asking then I'm going to keep it closed."
Hatch slid the jagged end of the pipe into the gap between the box's lid and base. She wrenched it and smiled at the crack of nails separating from wood. She looked inside and her face fell, down to the dark opening beneath her.
"Hatch! Your face!"
Eights dove for the crate and dug around in the packing hey. Stacks of cases filled the bottom, each one with a hand painted cover. The android stopped and picked up a case with a smiling moon on it. The moon winked.
"My face what? Are you okay?"
She looked over her shoulder at her friend, noticing that the other woman's face was still attached to the front of her head. She went back to digging through the box, her shoulder's slumped.
"Just having another one of those weird days. Don't worry."
There was a machine under a stack of cases. It was silver and plastic with a lid on the side. Eights slid her finger along the side, feeling rods of green pain well up under the shoddy material. She lifted it above her head, letting the cases cascade back into the crate.
"Got something cool."
Hatch took the machine from her and poked at it. There was a click and a whirring noise.
"It's broken." Said Hatch
Eights flopped onto her back to stare into the sky, her feet against the crate and her arms splayed. It was still the same multi coloured static it had been since the blast, the weeks or days between seemingly nonexistent. She put her injector to her lips and pressed the button.
Her breath froze, the trails of ice flowing down her throat and coiling around her core. Her vision shifted, looking down at the oil oasis from above. She could see her companion fiddling with the strange device, her aura turning green to match the lit rods inside. She could see the broken scrub brush that surrounded their makeshift camp. She could see the crab, furiously waving at her with cartoon hands.
"The crab."
She jumped to her feet and ran. The crab was sitting next to the drink machine with its swirling fingers pressed to its shell. Eights slid down an embankment in the trail, the rocks glittering pixels as she passed, and stopped in front of the animal.
"Hello crab." She said
"Hello android." Said the crab.
Her eyes widened and she took a step away from the crustacean. It spoke in the voice of The Council, deep and smooth.
"Come. I have much to show you."
The crab turned and pressed a button on the vending machine. There was the sound of a machine lifeform screaming in terror and then the side of the canyon split open to a void of abyssal green.
Eights took another step back and fell into the pond, her bum sinking in the muck. She looked at the crab, then at the gash in the rock, then back to the crab, then finally to the cliff where Hatch was still messing with the plastic thing from earlier.
"Haaaatch. The crab can talk and is wanting me to go with it to space. Can I go?" She yelled.
"Just don't break anything." Her friend yelled back.
The oil started sinking into her stockings and she shivered. She scratched the back of her head and bit her bottom lip. The crab motioned to her to come. She got up and moved on from her lip to the meat of her pointer finger.
The crab reached out to her. "My name is Innen. If you want answers, come with me."
She took its hand and together they entered the shining crevasse.
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Hatch tapped the object with her fingers, the sound resonating through her as a solid tone. With the wind and the feeling of the sun on her skin the percussive sound filled her with a symphony of pleasure. She swayed to the sensation and tapped her foot.
Then she hit a hidden button and the hatch swung open with a click. She scrunched her lips together in a sour pucker and looked inside. A piece of paper was crammed into the small compartment. She took it out and read.
I just wanted to thank you assholes for being my guinea pigs. Just pop a tape in and go. Have fun.
Jackass.
"Eights? You still playing? I found something in the thing from Jackass."
Wind whipped at her skirt, snapping it. She looked up from the note and found the camp empty.
"Eights? You there?"
Hatch went to the edge of the cliff, note and gaget still in hand. The lake was placid, the sun reflected off its black surface in golden light and small mechanical animals milled around the edge. The woman took in the view for a moment before spotting her friend near the drink machine.
Eights was on her knees and pressing her face into the hulking device. Her back end was covered in mud and wiggling in time with some unseen music. Hatch shook her head and went back to the crate.
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"This is the Universe."
The world around Eights opened and wavered, Scan lines splintered in a hazy, multicoloured light. Buildings, broken and dusty, slide around her. Innen held her hand as a miniature city swirled around them.
"You are but a small part of it."
Echoes of the two travelers split off and walked in different directions, after images drifting away in pixel paths.
"One of many."
Fire spread through the city and shadows of tiny people scurried from window to window. A tiny shadow person yelled and shook their fist as the pair passed by.
"Little of that matters."
They approached a screen, the sphere of distortion bending the edges in green lines. Innen slid their spiral hands across the dark glass and it awoke. It showed a familiar room, though it had been months since she'd last seen it.
The Bunker control room was beyond, the grayscale atmosphere leaking from the screen and mingling with the spastic colour of beyond. Inside YoRHa soldiers worked. Operators checked in with their charges, Defence mulled about, and Battle units fell into line before their superiors. In the middle of everything was The Commander, her pure white dress unwrinkled and stoic.
"They are not what they seem. You are not what you seem."
The YoRHa units melted, running along the floor and reforming into shapes. The stark aesthetic being infected by the other world's colour.
"You are from Mars."
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"Little green men!" Eights shouted to the canyon.
She was neck deep in sludge and looking up at the static sky. She looked around, not moving her head incase the other world came back.
"You're back?" Hatch said.
The redheaded android was at the edge of the oil lake and sitting on a chair made from salvaged crate. Beside her sat the device, music coming from within it.
"You were crawling around the last couple hours. I was about to go get help."
Eights sat up and found that she was barely under the slick surface. Everything was covered with the sticky mud of the lakebed, from heel to nose. She shook her hands and started to clear off the worst of it.
"The crab could talk. Like, it took me to another world behind the vending machine and gave me a tour."
"Uh huh."
She stood and shook the silt from her legs.
"You had to have been there."
She waded out of the oil and sat beside her friend. They both took a deep breath.
"So, like, what happened while I was gone?" Eights asked.
Hatch tapped the top of the device beside her.
"I got it working. It's a music player."
"Oh."
She laid against the rocks behind her and closed her eyes. Her joints were sore, probably got some sand in them. She would have to make a trip to the resistance camp soon, get some maintenance.
She heard the sound of claws on sand and sat up. Innen was crawling in front of them, they winked at her. She got up and ran after the machine as it scuttled back into the oil pool.
"Get back here! What's a Mars?" Eights yelled after them.