The twins had gratified faces as they accompanied me through the train. I chose a seat all the way in the back because I didn't want to be near the operator. The twins also seemed to agree with me, so they chose a seat that was in front of me. We looked at each other for at least a minute or two before the twin with the scar said, "We know we should have said something sooner, but better-late-than-never, right? Anyway, thank you for paying for my brother's ticket." He offered me a handshake and I took it. "I'm George, and this is my younger brother Bill."
I glanced at his brother and nodded my head. He nodded back. I then said, "I'm Vincent."
George apologized on behalf of his brother, "I'm sorry for my brother; he doesn't talk much."
I looked at both of them again, and said, "I understand."
*Pshhh*
All of us looked out the gigantic window and saw that the station was slowly leaving us until all we could see was a concrete wall; we were going through a tunnel. George spoke again, "I know that you know that we can't exactly repay you in credits, but if you need anything from us then don't hesitate to say the word!"
Bill rolled his eyes and said, "I apologize on behalf of my brother; he can't keep his mouth shut." George looked at his brother with a look filled with disagreement.
I chuckled, "No, no. It's fine. There aren't many people in the outer sector that have free spirits." To which, George nodded his head fervently in agreement.
George asked another question, "I know that we already owe you much, but if you're willing, could you tell us what to expect when we get to the inner sector?"
His eyes were shining in an expecting manner. Should I really help them? I pondered on it for a while before remembering something that I had read a long time ago. 'Two lives will always be intertwined when they cross paths at least once.' I sighed; my own conscious wasn't swaying for a 'no'. Why not? I smiled at him and said, "Sure."
I proceeded to inform them about the event. At least what I heard from Alicia. I didn't tell them about the desert or Alicia though. I thought it was best to keep those secrets for myself. The twins were entranced by all the knowledge that I possessed on the Evolution Games, so both of them asked me a question in unison with their soft voices, "have you already participated in the games before?"
Their voices were uniform, but their faces betrayed their feelings of neutrality. They wanted me to say yes. I said, "No."
Both the twins showed hints of disappointment and asked, "Then how do you know?"
"A source." My answer did not satiate their questions, but it did leave an impression on them. I just couldn't tell what.
After the bullet train started to reach its full speed, the windows started to flicker. Out heads were jerked to the sudden change. The windows, basically, turned into a Holovision. It looks like the developers installed multiple hologram receptors on the edges of the mirror to stimulate a large Holovision screen. A small icon appeared on the bottom right side of the screen. It had a three-dimensional crown that was looped with the name 'HG7 News'. I know this channel. They were the most popular in all the sectors. Even in the outer one. I'm pretty sure that they are the ones that provided us newspapers every day and installed that billboard recently. All our eyes were locked on the screen. A man in his early thirties sat down on a comfy chair and waited for the interviewer to ask questions. He had the same eyes as me. Green and piercing. The same nose, and the same light brown hair with a red tinge.
George interrupted my thoughts, "That's Micheal Grey. He's the CEO of Grey corp. He's actually like seventy or something from what I've heard. He probably uses those drugs that he makes every day to make look like he's thirty or something. Not that I'm complaining; I would do the same thing."
Bill spoke light-heartedly, "You two look awfully alike. You sure he's not your long-lost father or something?"
I looked at him and without answering I looked back to see the man. Hmm...
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Micheal Grey POV:
I face the audience as I sat on the sofa. I wore one of my best suits today: A black blazer coupled with a black vest and a black undershirt. My pants were also black, so were my free shoes, and my tie. The only thing that highlighted each of the layers was the small but clearly visible blue and green highlights that existed on the edges of the seams. If I was hit with the light at the right angle, then the suit would look almost three-dimensional. I paid two mils for this suit, so I was sure that it would at least pop out in the interview.
Flin was standing in the corner of the reflective stage. he also wore a basic tuxedo for the occasion. He's been on vacation recently; I just couldn't get him to do things without him asking me for one each time. But now, he's back in business.
The stage itself looked like water. The reflections on myself and the others rippled every time I moved my foot. Other than that, there was nothing else which was too interesting. There micro-robots behind me on the wall. They changed the scenery every so often to make it look like flowers were solely blooming or snow was falling. It was mesmerizing until...it wasn't. There was nothing else present on the stage. There were no other chairs other than the sofa that I was sitting on and the interviewer's chair. There was one person in the camera crew. He was sitting on a metallic chair with a computer in front of him and headphones on his ears. He operated the equipment through the computer, making all the machinery softly whirred. The audience wasn't that big. I mean half it was just my assistants, including Angela.
She dressed special on the occasion, as well. It looked like she was wearing a strapless dress. The dress had an icy glow that complimented her eyes. She also wore sapphire earrings and let her hair loose. She looked gorgeous. I think she caught me staring at her because she blushed as soon as we made eye contact.
*Cough*
I turned around to see Flin rolling his eyes at the scene. I gave him the middle finger which he pretended not to see. Anyway, where was this interviewer guy?
As if on cue, a voice appeared from my left, "Hello my dear live audience and the viewers at home!" He strode across the stage with effortless skill. He wore a gem-studded, white blazer and a turquoise sweater underneath. Hi, pants had no gems, but they were shite like his blazer. The sweater was a bright red.
He looked into the camera and said, "Now, before we get into all of the serious stuff, let's get better acquainted with our VIP guest here with us today!" He looked at me with a warm smile and continued, "Like always, I'm going to ask our guest, Mr. Grey, a couple of rapid-fire questions which he will answer in the shortest possible time frame!" He brought out some flashcards which he seemed to have prepared for me. He leaned a little closer to me and whispered, "If you don't mind, please follow along. This makes for better viewership."
I nodded my head with enthusiasm. Was he joking? I've always wanted to be interviewed in front of the entire country. He thanked me and prepared to ask the first question. He peered in the camera once again and said, "Mr. Grey will have ten seconds to answer my questions! There will be a timer for ten seconds that will reset for each question right behind me." He pointed to the micro-bots on the wall. They rearranged their selves to resemble a clear ten seconds. "Ok, here we go with the first question! What is your full name?"
This was going to be easy. "Micheal Grey."
He flipped the flashcards to make the scene a little bit more intimate for the viewers at home who did not have immersive Holovision. Basically everyone except the inner sector. "What's your favorite beverage?"
"Beer."
He looked a little disappointed in my taste as he asked the next, "What is your favorite animal?"
"Humans."
Again, he seemed a little confused, "What is your favorite hobby?"
"Sitting in my office."
He laughed a little before continuing, "How do you spend your past-time?"
"Playing with people's emotions."
He paused for a second. I could tell that he was getting a bit nervous, "What's your favorite color?"
"Red."
"Like my shirt? I like the color too!"
"No," I said, "Like the color of blood." The interviewer's eyes go wide.
*Cough* It was Flin.
I went too far. "Haha! I'm joking! I like the color red like the rose."
The interview didn't seem convinced, but he also played along. We were in front of the camera, meaning that we were in front of the entire country. What else could he have done?
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Vincent POV:
Bill was horrified after watching the interview. So was George. Bill spoke up, "I take back the question that I asked you before. There is no way that you resemble a monster like that."
I laughed at him and playfully said, "How would you know?"