Chapter 25
"The hardest kind of riddles is the one that has no context whatsoever. It makes it so much more difficult, but so much more exciting at the same time. And if there's a reward? Even better. Makes it feel like a bigger reward because it was so hard-earned."
~Ronald
Jade
'Ask him if the password is a single word or a group of them.'
'Do you really think he'll answer?'
A pause.
'No. But it'll give us more time to think.'
"Hey uhh, Apollo? You seem like a pretty smart dude. May I ask you a question?"
"NO USER, YOU MAY NOT. PROVIDE THE PASSWORD OR FACE TERMINATION."
That word again. Termination.
'Ask him anyway.'
"Apollo, is the password a singular word or a group of them?"
"PROVIDE THE PASSWORD OR FACE TERMINATION. I WILL GRANT YOU FIVE MORE MINUTES."
"Scepter, as much as I appreciate the bravery," Cily said, and it stunned Scepter how calm she sounded. "I believe we must get going before we get... Ah, terminated."
The machine man laughed again, a hideous screeching sound.
"Stop that... Sound!" Cily cried, covering her ears until he stopped.
'Like a frozen record scratching,' Jade said thoughtfully.
'Not the time for your reminiscents!' Scepter thought back furiously. Although, she had to admit, she was a little curious. It was hard to keep herself focused, with Jade so occupied with its own thoughts and anxiousness bubbling through Scepter from her toes to the tip of her skull. She wondered what happened when the gem carriers died. Or was termination different?
"FOUR MINUTES."
"Scepter?" Cily was still calm, but her voice cracked a little, rising an octave, and she cleared her throat. "We should do something instead of sitting here like legless runts."
Cily winced, slapping her hand to her forehead. "I agree, not the best example in this specific scenario. Scepter, Ruby says to keep trying, prying your mind and Jade's memories simultaneously to think of an answer. Apparently this robot man -"
"THREE MINUTES."
" - was programmed to terminate us one way or another. Unless we provide a password. I don't think he'll let us go."
'Jade, are you there?'
'Mmmm. Piano. Jukebox. Electric guitar.'
'Jade, concentrate!'
'... Violin.'
...or not. Scepter was alone again. Well, she had Cily, but Cily seemed to be losing her steely self control.
"Apollo, is the password 'Cilyber'?"
"PASSWORD INCORRECT. YOU HAVE TWO MORE TRIES."
Cily cursed, wringing her hands into the air.
"I'm out of answers. Any more and I'll be spewing nonsense, which won't get us anywhere. But I'll keep asking Ruby."
Scepter nodded grimly, racking her own brain for the information.
'Music,' Jade insisted. Scepter ignored it.
'Voice box. Why would his voice be so messed up when he laughs?'
'I'm sure that has nothing to do with the password, Jade.'
"TWO MINUTES."
Cily straightened like she was hit by an electric shock.
"Green, Red, Red, Red," she blurted, covering her mouth with her hand the moment the words were said.
"Cily, what?"
"Green once, Red three times. The colors his eyes glowed when he entered this state. Also our colors, green and red."
Smart, very smart. Scepter was impressed. Definitely not the first time since she met the gorgeous brown skinned blonde.
"PASSWORD INCORRECT. YOU HAVE ONE MORE TRY. AND ONE MORE MINUTE. ONE. A LUCKY NUMBER FOR THE CHINESE."
Cily looked devastated. Her knees gave way and she collapsed right into the bed, putting her face in her hands. Apollo laughed again, the horrible screeching sound ringing in their ears.
'It's his voice box. The password is voice box. I'm sure of it.'
That should've convinced Scepter, but something held her back. She had promised Jade to never doubt the gem again, but... Something felt wrong.
"Apollo," Scepter said smoothly. "Is the password..."
Cily looked up at Scepter hopefully, and the latter could see something gleaming at the corners of Cily's eyes. Scepter hoped they weren't tears. They had reached the point of no return. And, according to Cily, no escape either. The robot wasn't about to let them escape without figuring out the password first.
"Is the password: 'Terminate Jade and Ruby'?"
Apollo's eyes blinked again, this time red three times then green, and he reverted back to his normal upright stance.
"That is correct, Jade of the Gems. The password IS 'termimate Jade and Ruby.' But it is also what I was ordered."
Cily flung the lamp on the bedside on Apollo's head. It shattered harmlessly on the metal surface.
"A shame, really. Such a smart pair. Such a beautiful pair. But my orders were clear. And my Project urges me to serve my -"
"Your Creator?" Scepter asked smoothly.
"Creator... The Creator?" Apollo said, almost inquiring it. Then he shuddered once and froze in place.
Cily and Scepter exchanged nervous glances. The blonde took the smallest of steps forwards, towards the door. The metal man's hand shot out in response, almost grabbing her by the neck had she not leapt back swiftly.
"I serve my Master. The Creator is no more. He is dead. His purpose has been served"
Apollo shuddered once more, and an audible click resonated inside his throat.
'The voice box,' Jade insisted. 'There's something about the voice box.'
However, the metal man seemed to have gathered himself once more, taking a step forwards. The women took a step backwards, almost in complete synchronization. The situation was so bizarre, so cliché, that Scepter just wanted to laugh.
"Anyway, now that wě havE thAt soRTED. Time for your termination."
Apollo moved like a snake, lunging at Cily's throat. Like a coiled snake lashing out at an unsuspecting rat.
He -
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