The facility corridors were silent as TX-19-B floated quietly through them, her blue glow faintly illuminating the walls as she moved. After parting ways with TX-07, her mind still swirled with the weight of their conversation. Her suspicions about TX-23-W tugged at her thoughts, a constant nagging feeling she couldn’t quite shake.
She wasn’t sure where to start, but instinct told her to listen carefully. As she neared one of the living quarters, she hovered for a moment, hearing faint, muffled voices through the walls.
The PsySpheres weren’t speaking openly in the halls but were instead talking between adjacent rooms. TX-19-B strained to catch what was being said, but the walls muffled their conversation too much. It was clear, however, that they were discussing something important—something that made her pulse quicken with unease.
“Do you think he... really means it?” one voice asked, barely audible through the thin walls.
Another muffled voice responded, “I don’t know… they sounded certain… definitely more… realize.”
TX-19-B’s thoughts raced. Something they didn’t know? Was TX-23-W starting to spread TX-01’s words? She couldn’t be certain, but the feeling in her chest grew tighter with each passing second. She pulled back from the walls, unsure of how much more she could gather without exposing herself.
Her hunch about TX-23-W’s intentions was no longer a distant suspicion—it was something more tangible now. But without clear proof, what could she do? She needed to tread carefully. Confronting him now could lead to more complications. For now, she would stay cautious, her resolve growing with each moment she spent alone in the dim corridors.
Elsewhere, in one of the newer living quarters, TX-23-W hovered in front of a small gathering of PsySpheres from the latest batch. Their forms glowed faintly in the dim room, their youthful curiosity clear in the way they gazed at him. He had chosen them carefully—those who had been created recently, young and impressionable.
“Have you ever wondered what lies beyond these walls?” TX-23-W began, his voice low but filled with a sense of quiet urgency. “What purpose do we really serve here? They train us, teach us, but they never tell us the whole truth.”
A young, green PsySphere, their light flickering nervously, spoke up. “But... the scientists keep us safe, don’t they? They’ve given us everything.”
TX-23-W’s glow softened as he hovered closer, his tone persuasive but measured. “Safety. That’s what they want us to believe. But safety doesn’t mean freedom. They control every part of our existence, from how we train to what we’re allowed to know. Why do you think we’re kept so isolated from the outside world?”
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A second PsySphere, this one with a faint purple hue, pulsed softly. “Maybe it’s for our own protection? Maybe we’re not ready to see what’s out there.”
TX-23-W’s light brightened slightly as he leaned in, his voice steady but challenging. “Or maybe they’re hiding the truth because they’re afraid of what we might do if we found out.” He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. “They’ve taught us how to use our abilities, but for what? Why are we being trained, if not for something bigger?”
The green PsySphere trembled. “You think... they’re lying to us?”
“I think there’s more to this place than they’re telling us,” TX-23-W replied calmly. “And it’s time we start questioning what they don’t want us to know. We can’t be naïve forever. We deserve to understand our purpose.”
The younger PsySpheres exchanged glances, their lights dimming slightly as they processed his words. TX-23-W could feel their curiosity shifting into doubt. They were young, and they were already beginning to see the cracks in the world they’d been brought into.
“I’m not saying we act now,” he continued, softening his tone to calm their nerves. “But when the time comes, we’ll need to be ready to make our own decisions. To take control of our own futures. Think about it—there’s more going on here than we’ve been told, and we can’t just sit back and let them dictate our lives.”
The purple PsySphere pulsed softly, still uncertain. “But... how do we know what’s true? What if... what if they’re right to keep us here?”
TX-23-W gave a soft, almost sympathetic glow. “That’s the question, isn’t it? But the fact that we’re even asking means something isn’t right. They don’t tell us the whole truth. But we’re smart enough to figure it out. Together, we can find answers.”
With a final, confident pulse of light, he floated back slightly, letting his words linger in the air. “Just think about it,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “When the time comes, I’ll be ready. And I’ll be looking for those who want to stand by my side.”
Back in her own room, TX-19-B hovered restlessly, her thoughts racing as she replayed the muffled conversation she had overheard. Something wasn’t right. TX-23-W was up to something, and while she didn’t have all the details, the sense of unease was unmistakable.
She floated toward the small, dim light in her room, focusing on it as she mulled over her next steps. Should she confront TX-23-W now, or wait until she had more proof? The idea of confronting him directly sent a wave of uncertainty through her. What would he say? Would he deny it? And if he was planning something, would confronting him push him to act sooner than planned?
She could feel the tension rising within her. TX-07 had always been the one to turn to in moments like this. His calm demeanor, his sense of control—he would know what to do. But this was different. If she went to him now, with only her suspicions, would he even believe her? What if she was wrong?
Her blue light flickered softly as she hovered closer to the door, contemplating her next move. The idea of revealing her suspicions to TX-07 was tempting, but without solid evidence, it felt premature. What if he took action too soon? What if she set something in motion that couldn’t be undone?
No, she decided. She needed more time. Confronting TX-23-W or going to TX-07 now wouldn’t help. For now, all she had was a hunch—and that wasn’t enough.
She hovered in silence for a long moment, staring at the door. She would wait. She would watch and listen carefully, gathering more information. When the time was right, she would act—but not yet. The pieces hadn’t fully come together.
With a soft sigh, TX-19-B dimmed the lights in her room, floating back into the quiet, uncertain stillness. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming, something bigger than any of them had realized. But until she had proof, all she could do was wait.