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The Marigold Machine

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a part of The Marigold Machine, by AtlasAtrium.

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AtlasAtrium holds sovereignty over Earth, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Harvey Silverson [26] "A soldier, huh...? Not what I had in mind, but I guess there's no helping it."
Xaviar Phelan [25] "Why can we understand the way our solar system works, but not our own minds?"
Gaia Philomel [24] "Stop lookin' at me weird, seriously. I'll smack ya."
Haizea Bolthausen [24] "It'd be nice if we could be friends."
Rachel Winters [22] "Do you ever wonder what's on the other side of the wall?"
Elaine Rowen Estin [19] "There's no looking back now."
Nolan Jones [13] "A soldier? You got be kidding me right? I'm not a killer...."
Nathan Devy [9] "I would prefer that I be left alone."
Jason Tetrick [2] "If I can't be a surgeon, a medic is the next best thing, right? Well, except for the chances of getting shot."

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Harvey made no attempt at wasting any time in finding his room. He felt that the quicker he left the others behind, the easier it would be for him to escape into his own mind once more. However, he wasn't that lucky, as this particular academy housed its students together. As roommates...

Finding room 14, the dark-haired boy looked up from his electronic key to the door's number, the usual blank expression lingering on his face. Heaving a small sigh, he pressed the key up to the lock, taking note of one of the four bars turning green upon his entering. 'Up to four people, huh?' thought Harvey. Giving a slight shrug, he walked into what would be his domain for the next odd-number of years. Looking around, he saw that the room was entirely empty of any personal belongings, showing that none had yet been assigned to room 14. He had hoped he would be the first and last, but that wasn't to be very likely... Without much thought, the boy placed his bag on the bed nearest to the window at the other end of the room. Taking a step to the side, he began giving the area a quick survey. Not much to be seen, as he was the first cadet to be assigned this room. At least he was the first this year, anyway... His eyes falling onto the nearby closet, he decided to take a quick look. Upon opening the door, he immediately noticed 4 convenient shelves, two of which had what appeared to be the school's uniforms, while the others were left empty. Nameplates were set to mark the ones that weren't, showing whose was whose. After taking note of his own, Harvey looked at the one beside it. Xaviar Phalan.

Harvey had the fleeting thought regarding who this name might belong to, but was quickly interrupted by the sound of his room's door being unlocked once more. Harvey's usual blank expression turned to meet who he assumed would be his roommate, only to have his breath fall short and his eye twitch upon seeing who it actually was. The boy with white hair and red eyes that seemed to know quite a lot about bioengineering walked into the room, no doubt having noticed that it wasn't empty. Without saying anything, Harvey slowly brought a hand straight up in the form of a wave, feeling that it was best to be polite and greet his new roommate. Even if that person was someone he wasn't exactly happy to see...

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Xaviar, as he did before, lingered behind the other children. As they were given their key-cards for their rooms, he looked his over with a keen eye. A polymer-plastic integrated computer-chip, comparatively simple and primitive as compared to some of the technologies he well knew existed. He was a bit surprised; a moderately small electromagnetic pulse would have been enough to fry the card. He did suppose, though, that it was cheaper to produce, and therefore more appealable to the United Government of the Americas. There also may have been more integrations that he was not aware of. He did not ponder the card too long, as a single number caught his eye.

"Fourteen."

He correctly presumed that the number was that of his dorm room. He pondered for a moment; he wanted to explore, to learn just where everything in the training area was. It would make his training much easier...although his bag would be a burden. Perhaps he would see his room, then. It seemed the other children were doing that, anyway, so it would not be 'weird' of him to do.

"Suppose I should give it a look, then."

As he walked toward his room, he paced himself slowly, seeing who would be his floor-mates, neighbors, possible friends and possible rivals. These were not co-ed dorms, as to be expected; such separation of sexes was a training tradition of the Past Age. So he would only be able to meet with the females outside of the dorms, which meant risking even further socialization. "Well, damned be it all..." He shook his head to rid himself of his distracting thoughts, looking to the door of his room. A green square was illuminated, signifying that he had a roommate. He gave a slight frown; having a roommate would be a tricky business. If they were to befriend each other, then there was good room for support and benefit to his training. But if his roommate were to hate him, and become a rival, then his training would certainly take a bit of a toll.

"Suppose there's nothing I can do about it, anyway..."

With that, he unlocked the door, walking in to see the boy he recognized as Harvey. The boy did not exactly seemed to be pleased to see Xaviar, but still made the effort to be civil, giving him a wave of hello. Xaviar reciprocated with a similar wave and a nod, making his way to the bed opposite of Harvey. He placed his bag on the bed, giving a small sigh as the moderate weight was dropped from his shoulders.

Other than these few sounds, the silence between them was immense. Xaviar began to worry after a moment. Did he do something wrong? Or did the other boy? Or were they both introverts with little sense on socialization? He pondered for a moment, before asking what sounded halfway between a question and a statement.

"I suppose this is the part where we introduce ourselves to each other?"

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Harvey kept his eyes on the young man standing before him, who was now attempting to break the ice after returning his friendly greeting with a similar gesture of body language. Shortly after this exchange, a bout of silence filled the room before Xaviar chose to speak up with the somewhat "humorous" notion that the two of them should introduce themselves. Harvey already knew his name, but figured it would be rather unlikely for Xaviar to know who his new roommate was, and so he decided that an introduction would be best after all.

"Yeah, I suppose it is." replied Harvey, pausing to lean his weight on his left side as he placed a hand in his pocket. "I'm Harvey. Harvey Silverson. And you must be Xaviar Phelan?" Before the boy in question could respond with confusion in regards to how Harvey knew his full name without meeting each other prior to this exchange, the latter gave the closet beside him a slight tilt of the head, which was something of a mixture between a nod and a shrug. "I figured you must be the owner of the only other nameplate in the closet over there..." added Harvey, giving a true shrug this time. "Pleasure to meet you." Feeling as though his end of the introduction -- as well as most of Xaviar's own, thanks to Harvey jumping the gun a little -- was now complete, Harvey moved over to his bed and sat down, testing the mattress with his weight by giving his body a light bounce, as he listened to Xaviar's response. Well, the bed seemed comfy enough, not that it really mattered; Harvey Silverson wasn't really one to complain about such things unless it truly got in the way of his performance, and considering how he could rest on a jagged boulder without a wink of sleep lost, an uncomfortable mattress was hardly something worthy of his distress. That being said, it didn't hurt to check.

Introductions officially out of the way, Harvey decided that it was time to unpack his things before heading out to explore the grounds. Standing back up once more, he turned to unzip his medium-sized military bag. All he had brought along with him was mostly nothing but the bare necessities. Things such as clothes, an extra pair of shoes, a toothbrush, a combat knife (that his sister had bought him before he left), and the not so necessary small stack of books for light reading, and the slightly larger stack of books for independent studying towards his future 'career'. Topping it all off, he pulled out a simple framed picture of him and his sister that Samantha must have slipped into his bag without his noticing. Standing that on top of the nightstand beside his bed without a second thought, he moved on to sliding his empty bag underneath the frame of his bed. It really didn't take very long for him to unpack and place all of his belongings where he felt they needed to go; clothes in the obvious places, toothbrush and combat knife in the drawer of his nightstand, and his books on the decently sized shelf/dresser that was standing against the wall at the end of what would be Xaviar's bed, to the right of the closet. Giving the room another once-over, he felt he was finished with organizing his things, giving the air a satisfied nod.

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Xaviar, at first, was indeed confused at how Harvey--whose name was now learned appropriately--knew his name already. Harvey's answer was more than satisfactory, to which Xaviar gave an understanding nod. "Indeed. A pleasure to meet you, Harvey." For the time being, it seemed that they would coexist as acquaintances, which was good enough for him. Seeing that Harvey was done with the conversation, and began to unpack his belongings, Xaviar followed suit, unpacking his own items in relative silence.

Xaviar first unpacked what would be expected: a few sets of civilian clothes, his own personal items of hygiene, and some books of his own. His books, unlike his black-haired counterpart, were strictly that about science, and were far fewer in number. Four, to be exact: a college-leveled human physiology and biology textbook, a detailed guide to cybernetics and the parts they comprise of, a book on bioaugmenting theory and practice, and a black leather-bound draftbook. It was there where the similarities really drew the line. After these simple items were stowed away properly, Xaviar proceeded to then produce two mediate metallic boxes, exact duplicates with an exception of their colors and contents. One was a brushed steel, and contained a complete set of bioaugment tools; while its counterpart, a coal black in color, contained enough scrounge to build several different bioaugment and cybernetic enhancements and replacements. These he set upon the desk that was closest to him, claiming the one of four as his own in doing so.

He finally pulled out the last of his items, which were to be found in a olive-green messenger bag he pulled from his somewhat larger bag. From this bag he removed a single item, a gift from his own loved ones, and just as useful to Xaviar. It was a computer tablet, but that of what the professionals in the bioaugment world would use, with the latest programs to assist in creation and coding. While it was a dear gift, and more than he could have ever dreamed of, he was also aware as to the stigma it could give off. He would have to be careful with this gift; he would not want to accidentally push any social buttons and create enemies. Especially when they came prepared with a knife.

Glancing over at Harvey's knife, Xaviar cocked his eyebrow in curiosity, but said nothing of it to the black-haired boy. He supposed he would just have to assume that he was in no danger, and that the knife was no more than a gift. For, surely, the Government would never select blood-lusting psychopaths to be roomed with others.

...would they?

With a small shake of his head to clear his thoughts, Xaviar took the tablet to his desk and began setting up the small workplace to begin tinkering.

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"You play often?"

Rachel lifted her head up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, though her fingers continued to pick on the strings. An older girl walked through the doorway and shut the door behind her, letting her ponytail loose. A wave of pearlescent black hair dropped just above her waistline; the ends were frayed and strands were jutting out either from negligence or simply a hard day at work. A pair of emerald green eyes looked down at her. She looked to be around twenty years old, maybe a little older, but her face gave way to a much more mature expression that suggested that she's wiser than her years, perhaps as a result of taking on such a career.

After all, if she was twenty, she must have spent at least eight years here and a number like that - to spend in a place like this - was almost unfathomable to her. But here was living proof, right at her doorstep, looking calm and at ease like it was nobody's business. The girl had a hefty looking bag slung over her shoulder that she promptly packed into a locker by her own bed. Judging by the remaining nameplate other than her own, her name should be Paige Mayfield.

Rachel stopped playing the guitar and paused a moment, nearly having forgotten the question amidst her thoughts. The impact of the strings felt fuzzy on her fingertips as she thought up a quick response.

"N-Not really," Rachel said quietly. "I don't get a lot of chances to play, but I play when I can."

"Oh," the older girl said, clearly not interested in furthering the discussion. "It's not a lot, but whatever I've got's yours. I'm gonna go hit the showers." She stepped into the bathroom without another word, the sound of a water spray starting up audible from behind the closed door. Puzzled, Rachel put the guitar down and decided to lay down in her bed instead. Aren't roommates usually supposed to introduce each other? She supposed they'd already figured out each other's names by looking at the nameplates but that was no reason not to formally greet each other for the first time, especially since they'd be sharing a room for who knows how long. She closed her eyes and willed herself to sleep, knowing she'd need every bit of energy when she wakes up the next morning.

Only, sleep didn't come so easily. She must've dozed off for a little while, but a sound awoke her. Rachel struggled to get her eyes open and she looked over to see Paige sitting on her bed, her head down and her mouth curved into a tight frown. Her arms were rested on her knees and her breathing was erratic. She was...crying? The girl said something inaudible under her breath and wiped away tears with one hand. She wanted to ask what was wrong, but she decided that it might be an insensitive time to do so and held her tongue instead, watching in silence. There was haziness in her eyes since she'd just woken up for a nap, but she noticed something in the girl's hand that she didn't recognize earlier. It took a few moments for her dazed mind to register what it was as Paige brought it up to her chin with steady hands.

A sudden burst of panic guided Rachel out of her bed and straight into Paige, tackling her with all of her weight. There was no resistance as the girl was laid flat on her back, her head turned away and the pistol still loosely gripped in her hand. The sound of their breaths filled the room and, despite the situation, there was no tension or awkwardness between them. Rachel gingerly took the gun from her hand and moved it away, pulling Paige back up so that she sat up straight on the bed. Their eyes briefly met but the older girl only moved her head away again, uneasy.

"Sorry," Paige said quietly, taking Rachel's hand off of hers. "That was insensitive of me. I should have done it in the bathroom where you couldn't see." She reached for the gun again, but her hand was quickly stopped and pinned to the mattress. She didn't fight back at all, her tall, imposing figure somehow entirely devoid of strength.

"Don't," Rachel said at length. "Please. It's not just about you. If it's...if it's really this bad, I might start having the same thoughts."

"Then you better get it over with quickly," she answered emptily, still avoiding eye contact. "Never mind."

"What happened?"

"I..." The older girl bit her lip, a tenseness in her muscles as she trailed off. "I made a mistake." She sighed and gestured for her to give her some space. Rachel obliged and inched away some. "This room was a full house a week ago," Paige said softly. "It was...it was me, Leah, Aura, and Jasmin. We've shared this room for eleven years. At least, if you count out Jasmin. She dropped in seven years ago, replacing Marianne. Poor girl fell down the stairs and broke her neck." She laughed a small, dry laugh. "Can you believe that? Y-You'd think she'd have died in service or something of the like, but..."

Paige shook her head. "Anyway, a week ago, it was a...we took part in a sting operation. At first, everything was going well, they took the bait, we have our backs covered, and then..." She sighed again and pressed her palm against her forehead. "And then I fucked up. They figured us out and opened fire. Aura died on the spot from a head wound. Jasmin was run over by one of the dealer's cars and Leah, she..." Her eyes grew wet and her voice began choking as she spoke, chest heaving as she recalled the painful memories. "She died in the hospital today. There were others there, too. N-Not a lot of us made it out and they...they were all so young...We got involved in something we shouldn't have. It didn't matter if it wasn't my fault. I was there and I ran away and I'll never forgive myself for that."

"Don't you have any parents?" Rachel finally said. "What'll happen to them?"

"Y-Yeah," she muttered, though her tone suggested that she was either lying or that she didn't care anymore at this point. "Yeah, that was...stupid of me. I shouldn't upset my folks like that. You're right." Paige lifted her head up and tried her hardest to form a smile, extending a hand. "I haven't really introduced myself yet. I'm Paige." She took the older girl's hand and nodded, giving it a gentle shake.

"Rachel."

"I hope we get along," she said, still holding that pained smile.

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Footsteps echoed throughout the somewhat quiet hall as Jason Tetrick lugged his suitcase, roller bag, and backpack around. His short black hair bobbed slightly with his movements, black eyes scanned right and left, taking in as much as they could. Unlike most of the new recruits who went straight to their rooms, Jason had decided to explore the grounds first, his curiosity leading him every step of the way. As he wandered from hallway to hallway, and room to room, his thoughts were more focused on his whole experience so far.

Like many children, he was surprised about his Marigold Machine results. His dreams of becoming a surgeon was dashed, and his parents had a hard time letting him go. He knew that the Marigold Machine was always right, 100% accuracy, so fighting it was pointless. He instead focused his efforts to become a medic instead, due to his knowledge of human biology. This way, he believed that his skills could still be used. He was nervous at the bus stop and the ride here, but he noticed plenty of interesting people.

The rich and charismatic looking blond girl with her... guardian? Best friend? Boyfriend? It seemed that someone that protective over someone else would be close in some way, but Jason couldn't tell. What did he know? He couldn't even tell if it was actually a boy or not from his position on the back of the bus. He also remembered the white haired boy and how he was examining a brunette's arm. He noted that she had a cybernetic limb, and the white haired one may have had some adjustments himself, but he wasn't sure if it was cybernetic, or genetics. As someone who studied human biology since he was young, he could tell cybernetic limbs apart from normal limbs, but Jason felt kind of weird when it came to the subject. He believed cybernetics and other adjustments really weren't necessary, that the human body is capable of repairing itself unless the limb is blown clean off. It was a mean to replace, not fix. Was the white haired boy interested in becoming a medic too, or just interested in cybernetics? He would be sure to ask him if he bumped into him again.

Jason pulled himself out of his thoughts when his feet brought him to the infirmary. He took a mental note on where to find this place; he knew he would be interested in exploring it more later. A bit of anxiety built in the pit of his stomach thinking about how bad an infirmary could look when its filled with injured people. It reminded him of when his father had brought him to the hospital to show him where he worked when he was younger, then injured civilians started flooding in from a subway bombing. It wasn't a very pretty sight, and his father told him to wait in his office as he tended to the patients. The sounds of groans and screams of pain throughout the building raked on his ears until he started to cry, and a nurse had to comfort him.

The boy shook it from his thoughts. That was the past, he needed to focus on now and the future. He was going to be a medic, and a damn good one. Speaking of the now, Jason felt it was time to stop exploring and get to his room so he could stop dragging his stuff around with him. He reached into his pocket to retrieve his room card and remind himself where he needed to go.

A small noise of confusion escaped his lips as he checked all his pockets and didn't find it. He quickly put down all his bags and opened them, hoping that he absentmindedly put it in one of his bags when he received it.

"Come on... where are you?" He whispered to himself as he rummaged through his belongings. He couldn't have lost it. It had to be here somewhere. After three more minutes of searching, he ran his hands through his hair with frustration and fear, his eyes widening at the results of his search. He had lost his room key, and he didn't even know what room he was assigned to.

Fuck.

He took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

"Okay, just relax Jason. Just... backtrack and see if you dropped it along the way." He thought. He spun around to begin, when he realized he had idly walked around with no direction while he was exploring.

Fuck!

He started to panic slightly. He couldn't go request for a new one, could he? This was the military. Don't they punish such carelessness with push-ups or laps or something? What if they don't even allow him to have a room to teach him better responsibility? All these thoughts put him on edge, and he quickly grabbed his things and sprinted down the hallway, almost bumping into someone. He had to find that card. Why did he have to lose it?!

"FUCK!" Is the only word that occupied his thoughts.