Number two in action, look at them go swirling around each challenge like it's just another walk in the past. The commentators praise the team number two in action. Everyone loves this team. They are after all, The Darling of the Dolls. While me on the other hand is partner less the opposite of the double Ds aka the least favorite of the crowd. The air around me is electric, the excitement of the crowd reaches me even in the depth of this labyrinth. The rest of the participants on the race can have two reactions from hearing the crowd's cheers for their favorite team: denial or break down.
A smart person one said to me it's not healthy to only have denial in your arsenal, we live in a duality world and possessing one quality would go against the paradox of living on this fine damn earth. So having a little bit of both and knowing how to switch them up to your use now that's the icing on the cake.
Beautiful world from a wise soul but I can't afford to follow that advice. Denial is the only friend that is dear to me.
"Ahhh! I don't fucking care about that race anymore." Another team crumbles into fear. This is the sad reality of the participants who run last.
"It's not worth if guys," He keeps saying. "Let's get out of here guys!" He tries to get a reaction out of the other teams but only his teammates yell at him for getting them eliminated.
"GUYSSSS!! He battles with the guards while grabbing with him everything on his path. When his hands get a hold on my robotic arm, he almost causes me great damage.
Bastard!
"Why not go with him not like anybody gonna miss you out there." Another smart-mouth looser takes a stab at me. They can try but nobody can get a raise out of me. I'm here for one thing only.....
"Now we got the eaters of the bunch, give it up for the 'Insatiable' " The commentators voice booms with excitement and the crowd follows suit while the few teams left sneers with disgust in their faces. Their removable robotic costumes give them freedom of movement to do any movement that they like and unlike my robotic costume who is much more than a costume and it's making it harder but more irrefutable that my place is with the best of the best whether they like it or not.
The air down here becomes more palpable by the minutes. It does help that I'm not the last one and frankly, the pity the last team because the crowd out there is just ruthless to us competitors.
The lack of ticks and tacks of each teams' robotic heartbeats add to the psychological stress of beings the last one to go. As shallow it maybe, there is conform in knowing that you're not the only here in the depth of a labyrinth where anything can happen.
My feet spring to action ten minutes after the two teams before went ahead. If I take a shortcut I can pass them and add one more enemy to my arsenal. My favorite path is the one with many challenges but it's always rewarding to see the crowd shock shell responses each times that I come out on top. The synthetic blood rushes all over my faceless mask. It's too bad that I don't have humanoid face expression because I'll look like a psycho right now. Can't have the public fears me in top of everything after all. I scurry forward in a black out square relying only on my sensory membrane to pick up the crowd and other team before me when suddenly, an invisible force shoves me backwards. Aside from the push, my robotic body cracks through a brick of wall and get stuck in a quicksand.
"Not this one 'Fish head', " A eerily feeling gushes through me as footsteps approach me. "Tonight, we will give the crowds what they want…. Your Death." Two figures come out of the shadows plus the team who is supposed to go before me, and the one after me, are now walking towards me.
"Now Die." Now that they have come close enough, I can see that I really have big enemies in the competition so much so that they hired not so cheap mercenaries to make me loose this round. Really! Generative Holograms. Being famous takes a lot of work and enemies that I have acquired untraceable hit men holograms just to kill me virtually.