Simulations | "what if it was all a simulation..." | After Allegiant

13.

"Everything has changed and it won't stop changing anytime soon."

There the haze of a door was. Almost like an empty mirage. Tris didn't feel ready for this, but when was she ever ready for anything put in front of her? She reached out and patted the cool surface until she found the square pad, hovering over the area.

There was a deep regretful sensation boiling inside of her, telling her she doesn't want to know where this door really leads to... But the curious part of her, destined for adventure, her inner dauntless, knew this is what she wanted. She then yanked onto it, hearing the pressure lock as before.

Tris walked through the cool bright, metallic room, the same robotic voice welcoming Tobias. She found the same door with the blue screen, thinking on what to do next. Her hand hovered over the screen thinking it was similar to the pad she pressed on, and placed her hand onto the freezing cold surface.

A red line scanned her hand and this time a different voice, more human-like said, "Not a surprise Beatrice. We were expecting you sooner rather than later."

This confused her, for how did they know she was coming? Who were they anyways? The only piece of hard evidence she could count on was that Four was a part of whatever this was.

The door then slid away, and there stood a dark-haired, tan, lanky young woman, suited into something similar to the colors of Candor but the style of Erudite. Behind her, a giant circular room, with a long rounded clear table filled with people doing some sort of work. The table surrounded what looked like a kind of video of people young and old in all colored clothing, laughing and walking along a busy street.

Tris didn't know what to expect. But this was probably something that would've never crossed her mind.

"Hello Dr. Ro-," the woman laughed off her unnoticeable mistake,"I mean Beatrice Prior. I am Dr. Thal, but of course you may call me Camille. Welcome to the Telluric Preservation Agency," the kind woman remarked, placing one hand on Tris' shoulder and the other motioning towards the rest of the room.

Confused, and not about to simply follow some suspicious person, Tris pulled out the gun from it's reachable pocket in her pack, and pointed it to the Camille woman's head. Maybe this woman was possibly younger than Jeanine, possibly Tris' age, but she was not about to easily trust her.

"What is this place?" Tris demanded, catching the attention of none in the room. Whoever this Camille was, simply looked at her and shook her head.

"Put the gun down Beatrice," Not one person looked at the scene unfolding, they all seemed in a trance, buried in whatever work they were doing.

Tris restated more firmly, not bringing the gun down, "What is this place?"

"It's all figment of your imagination Tris."

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Heyyyy guys. Sorry for never updating XD I decided to try to get pretty far in the  this week because: 1) It's Spring Break
2) ALLEGIANT is coming out this FRIDAY!!!

And well... I would recommend for you to check out the last 2 chapters if you haven't already because I have done some HEFTY changes to the plot and the characters.

S000 how do you think this chapter was? Yeah it's weird. What do you think their planning? And do you really think this is a figment of her imagination???

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